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This happened this fall. This guy M and I were trying polyamory. I wanted to be okay with it, figured, "Why not? I can do this. I'm a young, open-minded individual!" Over Fall Break, I was visiting my roommates hometown, and I ended up smooching a friend of my roommate, J, who was coming to visit us in a month. I was excited that the polyamory seemed to be working on my end, at first. I made sure J knew I was involved with someone else, and everything seemed fine. But then I got really uncomfortable, and by the time J's visit came round, the polyamory experiment was dying and M and I were closer than ever. J and his friend were supposed to stay in our room, on the floor. But J took a joke I made as an invitation to climb into my bed. And I didn't do anything. Because I felt bad, like I'd led him on, and besides no need to hurt anyones feelings. I could handle it, maybe I could just go to sleep and the problem would go away. But it didn't and I couldn't sleep. I was stuck on the wall side of my tiny twin bed and anytime I tried to get up, he bolted upright and asked what was wrong. The closest I came to telling him to get out was reminding him I had a thing with M, but he didn't get the hint. He was not a bad person -- very sweet, but oblivious as hell, and I am a push over. Finally at 4 am, I got up. He asked what was wrong, I said I couldn't sleep and wanted a walk. He said he'd come, and I said no, I just needed a bit of alone time. I took my keys and bolted. When I got outside, I realized I couldn't just sit in some dormitory lounge all night. And then I remembered M had said that he would leave the door open, because he knew I was uncomfortable with the monster I had created with J. When I burst into his room, he groggily mumbled, "Hey! You decided to come!" He was so pleased and so... right-looking I just collapsed on the floor sobbing. M sprung into immediate action. He called my roommate at 4 am, told her I wouldn't be coming back, made her repeat the lie she was to tell J in the morning about having met a friend who was distraught and needed me. He listened and let me sob until I nodded off, and was exhausted the next morning in class for it. He never blamed me for it, just took it, and took me. I don't think I've ever felt so accepted, warts and all. **tl;dr: Tried polyamory and accidentally invited a dude who fancied me into my bed, was too non-confrontational to tell him to gtfo, boy I was seeing let me come to his place and rescued me, judgement free. **

This happened this fall. This guy M and I were trying polyamory. I wanted to be okay with it, figured, "Why not? I can do this. I'm a young, open-minded individual!" Over Fall Break, I was visiting my roommates hometown, and I ended up smooching a friend of my roommate, J, who was coming to visit us in a month. I was excited that the polyamory seemed to be working on my end, at first. I made sure J knew I was involved with someone else, and everything seemed fine. But then I got really uncomfortable, and by the time J's visit came round, the polyamory experiment was dying and M and I were closer than ever. J and his friend were supposed to stay in our room, on the floor. But J took a joke I made as an invitation to climb into my bed. And I didn't do anything. Because I felt bad, like I'd led him on, and besides no need to hurt anyones feelings. I could handle it, maybe I could just go to sleep and the problem would go away. But it didn't and I couldn't sleep. I was stuck on the wall side of my tiny twin bed and anytime I tried to get up, he bolted upright and asked what was wrong. The closest I came to telling him to get out was reminding him I had a thing with M, but he didn't get the hint. He was not a bad person -- very sweet, but oblivious as hell, and I am a push over. Finally at 4 am, I got up. He asked what was wrong, I said I couldn't sleep and wanted a walk. He said he'd come, and I said no, I just needed a bit of alone time. I took my keys and bolted. When I got outside, I realized I couldn't just sit in some dormitory lounge all night. And then I remembered M had said that he would leave the door open, because he knew I was uncomfortable with the monster I had created with J. When I burst into his room, he groggily mumbled, "Hey! You decided to come!" He was so pleased and so... right-looking I just collapsed on the floor sobbing. M sprung into immediate action. He called my roommate at 4 am, told her I wouldn't be coming back, made her repeat the lie she was to tell J in the morning about having met a friend who was distraught and needed me. He listened and let me sob until I nodded off, and was exhausted the next morning in class for it. He never blamed me for it, just took it, and took me. I don't think I've ever felt so accepted, warts and all. tl;dr: Tried polyamory and accidentally invited a dude who fancied me into my bed, was too non-confrontational to tell him to gtfo, boy I was seeing let me come to his place and rescued me, judgement free.

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This happened this fall. This guy M and I were trying polyamory. I wanted to be okay with it, figured, "Why not? I can do this. I'm a young, open-minded individual!" Over Fall Break, I was visiting my roommates hometown, and I ended up smooching a friend of my roommate, J, who was coming to visit us in a month. I was excited that the polyamory seemed to be working on my end, at first. I made sure J knew I was involved with someone else, and everything seemed fine. But then I got really uncomfortable, and by the time J's visit came round, the polyamory experiment was dying and M and I were closer than ever. J and his friend were supposed to stay in our room, on the floor. But J took a joke I made as an invitation to climb into my bed. And I didn't do anything. Because I felt bad, like I'd led him on, and besides no need to hurt anyones feelings. I could handle it, maybe I could just go to sleep and the problem would go away. But it didn't and I couldn't sleep. I was stuck on the wall side of my tiny twin bed and anytime I tried to get up, he bolted upright and asked what was wrong. The closest I came to telling him to get out was reminding him I had a thing with M, but he didn't get the hint. He was not a bad person -- very sweet, but oblivious as hell, and I am a push over. Finally at 4 am, I got up. He asked what was wrong, I said I couldn't sleep and wanted a walk. He said he'd come, and I said no, I just needed a bit of alone time. I took my keys and bolted. When I got outside, I realized I couldn't just sit in some dormitory lounge all night. And then I remembered M had said that he would leave the door open, because he knew I was uncomfortable with the monster I had created with J. When I burst into his room, he groggily mumbled, "Hey! You decided to come!" He was so pleased and so... right-looking I just collapsed on the floor sobbing. M sprung into immediate action. He called my roommate at 4 am, told her I wouldn't be coming back, made her repeat the lie she was to tell J in the morning about having met a friend who was distraught and needed me. He listened and let me sob until I nodded off, and was exhausted the next morning in class for it. He never blamed me for it, just took it, and took me. I don't think I've ever felt so accepted, warts and all.

Tried polyamory and accidentally invited a dude who fancied me into my bed, was too non-confrontational to tell him to gtfo, boy I was seeing let me come to his place and rescued me, judgement free.

FarmgirlFangirl

So this happened the other day actually, but friday was my birthday (dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17), and I planned on having a pretty cool birthday party on Saturday. Pizza, cake, video games, the works. The thing is, most of my friends graduated last june, so i dont have much for friends, except my Youth Group that i attend after school. So me being the lonely little shit that I am, invite my Youth Group friends, about 10-13 16 and 17 year olds, a good party. Except, as I was handing out invitations, a few kids said they had to work that weekend, but "they'd try to make it." Another thing to mention is that these kids all live in town, and I live out in the country, and its about a half hour drive. I drive it twice a day 4 times a week, shouldnt be a problem for these guys. Anyways, as the week before my birthday went on, I was getting increasingly nervous, and anxious, and scared, because what if they dont want to come? what if they cant come? what if no one shows up? So finally wednesday rolls around, after youth group, driving a girl to her house afterwards. I casually ask if her and her brother, another invitee, will be showing up friday night, and she says maybe. Her and her friend that drives her everywhere were "fighting" at the time, so she didnt know if she could get a ride. I say okay, say I'd talk to her tomorrow, drive away and lose. My. Shit. I'm driving, I'm bawling my eyes out, I'm yelling at myself and hitting myself and asking myself why I'm so dumb and why i would even consider having a party when I'm stupid and gross and nobody likes me anyways. I get home, snapchat everyone "partys cancelled", get drunk, ask God why i'm such a fuckup, and cry myself to sleep. Skip school on thursday, lay in bed all day crying and feeling like crap, mother is kind and makes a good supper as an "early birthday supper" because i felt bad and we had to work the next day. Worked friday, was better, still upset about me being stupid, everyone texting me "happy birthday" and facebook posts whatever. Saturday, do fuck all, clock strikes 6 pm, sad because i dont have a party, so parents take me out for supper. Nice. While we're at supper, my stomach starts hurting. Come home, go to the bathroom. A fucking slaughterhouse has opened up shop in my panties jesus christ. I look in the mirror and just say "oh." TL;DR Thought all my friends hated me, have a mental breakdown and cancel my birthday party, turns out was PMS and I'm very emotional

So this happened the other day actually, but friday was my birthday (dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17), and I planned on having a pretty cool birthday party on Saturday. Pizza, cake, video games, the works. The thing is, most of my friends graduated last june, so i dont have much for friends, except my Youth Group that i attend after school. So me being the lonely little shit that I am, invite my Youth Group friends, about 10-13 16 and 17 year olds, a good party. Except, as I was handing out invitations, a few kids said they had to work that weekend, but "they'd try to make it." Another thing to mention is that these kids all live in town, and I live out in the country, and its about a half hour drive. I drive it twice a day 4 times a week, shouldnt be a problem for these guys. Anyways, as the week before my birthday went on, I was getting increasingly nervous, and anxious, and scared, because what if they dont want to come? what if they cant come? what if no one shows up? So finally wednesday rolls around, after youth group, driving a girl to her house afterwards. I casually ask if her and her brother, another invitee, will be showing up friday night, and she says maybe. Her and her friend that drives her everywhere were "fighting" at the time, so she didnt know if she could get a ride. I say okay, say I'd talk to her tomorrow, drive away and lose. My. Shit. I'm driving, I'm bawling my eyes out, I'm yelling at myself and hitting myself and asking myself why I'm so dumb and why i would even consider having a party when I'm stupid and gross and nobody likes me anyways. I get home, snapchat everyone "partys cancelled", get drunk, ask God why i'm such a fuckup, and cry myself to sleep. Skip school on thursday, lay in bed all day crying and feeling like crap, mother is kind and makes a good supper as an "early birthday supper" because i felt bad and we had to work the next day. Worked friday, was better, still upset about me being stupid, everyone texting me "happy birthday" and facebook posts whatever. Saturday, do fuck all, clock strikes 6 pm, sad because i dont have a party, so parents take me out for supper. Nice. While we're at supper, my stomach starts hurting. Come home, go to the bathroom. A fucking slaughterhouse has opened up shop in my panties jesus christ. I look in the mirror and just say "oh." TL;DR Thought all my friends hated me, have a mental breakdown and cancel my birthday party, turns out was PMS and I'm very emotional

tifu

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t3_3q6v29

So this happened the other day actually, but friday was my birthday (dancing queen, young and sweet, only 17), and I planned on having a pretty cool birthday party on Saturday. Pizza, cake, video games, the works. The thing is, most of my friends graduated last june, so i dont have much for friends, except my Youth Group that i attend after school. So me being the lonely little shit that I am, invite my Youth Group friends, about 10-13 16 and 17 year olds, a good party. Except, as I was handing out invitations, a few kids said they had to work that weekend, but "they'd try to make it." Another thing to mention is that these kids all live in town, and I live out in the country, and its about a half hour drive. I drive it twice a day 4 times a week, shouldnt be a problem for these guys. Anyways, as the week before my birthday went on, I was getting increasingly nervous, and anxious, and scared, because what if they dont want to come? what if they cant come? what if no one shows up? So finally wednesday rolls around, after youth group, driving a girl to her house afterwards. I casually ask if her and her brother, another invitee, will be showing up friday night, and she says maybe. Her and her friend that drives her everywhere were "fighting" at the time, so she didnt know if she could get a ride. I say okay, say I'd talk to her tomorrow, drive away and lose. My. Shit. I'm driving, I'm bawling my eyes out, I'm yelling at myself and hitting myself and asking myself why I'm so dumb and why i would even consider having a party when I'm stupid and gross and nobody likes me anyways. I get home, snapchat everyone "partys cancelled", get drunk, ask God why i'm such a fuckup, and cry myself to sleep. Skip school on thursday, lay in bed all day crying and feeling like crap, mother is kind and makes a good supper as an "early birthday supper" because i felt bad and we had to work the next day. Worked friday, was better, still upset about me being stupid, everyone texting me "happy birthday" and facebook posts whatever. Saturday, do fuck all, clock strikes 6 pm, sad because i dont have a party, so parents take me out for supper. Nice. While we're at supper, my stomach starts hurting. Come home, go to the bathroom. A fucking slaughterhouse has opened up shop in my panties jesus christ. I look in the mirror and just say "oh."

Thought all my friends hated me, have a mental breakdown and cancel my birthday party, turns out was PMS and I'm very emotional

ComputerGeek01

I ran into something like this, but it was a little different. When I got to high school I noticed that they only served Coca-Cola and that a fair number of people didn't like this, so naturally I started selling Pepsi out of my locker. This quickly escalated to me selling as many as three cases a week out of my locker, not only was I able to undercut the price at the vending machines (my product was not labeled for individual sale) but I was supplying something that roughly half of the school preferred. My little soda empire came to an abrupt end when I was pulled into the principals office a few months later and was made to write a four page report on something called "Pouring Rights". TL;DR: It is extremely difficult to stick it to the man, when that man is a school and monopolies suck.

I ran into something like this, but it was a little different. When I got to high school I noticed that they only served Coca-Cola and that a fair number of people didn't like this, so naturally I started selling Pepsi out of my locker. This quickly escalated to me selling as many as three cases a week out of my locker, not only was I able to undercut the price at the vending machines (my product was not labeled for individual sale) but I was supplying something that roughly half of the school preferred. My little soda empire came to an abrupt end when I was pulled into the principals office a few months later and was made to write a four page report on something called "Pouring Rights". TL;DR: It is extremely difficult to stick it to the man, when that man is a school and monopolies suck.

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I ran into something like this, but it was a little different. When I got to high school I noticed that they only served Coca-Cola and that a fair number of people didn't like this, so naturally I started selling Pepsi out of my locker. This quickly escalated to me selling as many as three cases a week out of my locker, not only was I able to undercut the price at the vending machines (my product was not labeled for individual sale) but I was supplying something that roughly half of the school preferred. My little soda empire came to an abrupt end when I was pulled into the principals office a few months later and was made to write a four page report on something called "Pouring Rights".

It is extremely difficult to stick it to the man, when that man is a school and monopolies suck.

rerelations

I live with my girlfriend and where we live, rent is very expensive. We need to have a conversation that may or may not end with a breakup, but the confusing part is: neither of us alone could comfortably afford our one-bedroom apartment and there are five months left on the lease. I make a bit more than she does and also own more of the furniture but I don't think it makes any sense for me to break up with her *and* suggest she leave. How can I approach this without seeming patronizing, like "these are your options" when she's probably going to be pretty upset because of the nature of the conversation that will surround it? **tl;dr**: want to break up, who gets apartment?

I live with my girlfriend and where we live, rent is very expensive. We need to have a conversation that may or may not end with a breakup, but the confusing part is: neither of us alone could comfortably afford our one-bedroom apartment and there are five months left on the lease. I make a bit more than she does and also own more of the furniture but I don't think it makes any sense for me to break up with her and suggest she leave. How can I approach this without seeming patronizing, like "these are your options" when she's probably going to be pretty upset because of the nature of the conversation that will surround it? tl;dr : want to break up, who gets apartment?

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t3_4a9mnt

I live with my girlfriend and where we live, rent is very expensive. We need to have a conversation that may or may not end with a breakup, but the confusing part is: neither of us alone could comfortably afford our one-bedroom apartment and there are five months left on the lease. I make a bit more than she does and also own more of the furniture but I don't think it makes any sense for me to break up with her and suggest she leave. How can I approach this without seeming patronizing, like "these are your options" when she's probably going to be pretty upset because of the nature of the conversation that will surround it?

want to break up, who gets apartment?

Megildur1

I do same day edits for weddings during the summer. Roughly about 8 hours to deliver for the reception a polished, graded, effect laden 4 min story. So anything that goes wrong is compounded. So I'm doing one for a high profile east indian wedding (which means about 3x as much footage and 4x the expectations) for about 1500 people. 2 hours till I need to render in time to play and everythings going ok, have just barely managed to keep up, and then, boom, editor crashes. No problem, Premiere often manages to save it before it crashes. Load the program up, sure enough a premiere dialogue box pop saying we saved the previous program would you like to load it. Of course I do, but My mouse slips and I hit no instead of yes. Ahh! Gone. The save file is gone. Oh well at least I got my auto saves, they can't be that old right. I have it set to autosave every 15 mins. NOPE! Corrupted. What?? The original file had gotten corrupted so all the auto saves off of it are corrupted. And I only have 10 of them... So it turns out newest cut is from about 4 hours ago, when very little was done... Mad scramble. Worst feeling of panic Ive ever had. Just throwing clips down. Colour grade, Effects, stabilize. AHH! Good enough was the phrase of the day. Managed to hit export just in time. Definitely one of the poorer same day edits I ever did, but Dam It, it played. I then went and hyperventilated in a corner. TLDR: Autosave is set to every 5 mins and I save 100 versions. Also every 30 mins I save a new copy to a different location.

I do same day edits for weddings during the summer. Roughly about 8 hours to deliver for the reception a polished, graded, effect laden 4 min story. So anything that goes wrong is compounded. So I'm doing one for a high profile east indian wedding (which means about 3x as much footage and 4x the expectations) for about 1500 people. 2 hours till I need to render in time to play and everythings going ok, have just barely managed to keep up, and then, boom, editor crashes. No problem, Premiere often manages to save it before it crashes. Load the program up, sure enough a premiere dialogue box pop saying we saved the previous program would you like to load it. Of course I do, but My mouse slips and I hit no instead of yes. Ahh! Gone. The save file is gone. Oh well at least I got my auto saves, they can't be that old right. I have it set to autosave every 15 mins. NOPE! Corrupted. What?? The original file had gotten corrupted so all the auto saves off of it are corrupted. And I only have 10 of them... So it turns out newest cut is from about 4 hours ago, when very little was done... Mad scramble. Worst feeling of panic Ive ever had. Just throwing clips down. Colour grade, Effects, stabilize. AHH! Good enough was the phrase of the day. Managed to hit export just in time. Definitely one of the poorer same day edits I ever did, but Dam It, it played. I then went and hyperventilated in a corner. TLDR: Autosave is set to every 5 mins and I save 100 versions. Also every 30 mins I save a new copy to a different location.

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ccl3uar

I do same day edits for weddings during the summer. Roughly about 8 hours to deliver for the reception a polished, graded, effect laden 4 min story. So anything that goes wrong is compounded. So I'm doing one for a high profile east indian wedding (which means about 3x as much footage and 4x the expectations) for about 1500 people. 2 hours till I need to render in time to play and everythings going ok, have just barely managed to keep up, and then, boom, editor crashes. No problem, Premiere often manages to save it before it crashes. Load the program up, sure enough a premiere dialogue box pop saying we saved the previous program would you like to load it. Of course I do, but My mouse slips and I hit no instead of yes. Ahh! Gone. The save file is gone. Oh well at least I got my auto saves, they can't be that old right. I have it set to autosave every 15 mins. NOPE! Corrupted. What?? The original file had gotten corrupted so all the auto saves off of it are corrupted. And I only have 10 of them... So it turns out newest cut is from about 4 hours ago, when very little was done... Mad scramble. Worst feeling of panic Ive ever had. Just throwing clips down. Colour grade, Effects, stabilize. AHH! Good enough was the phrase of the day. Managed to hit export just in time. Definitely one of the poorer same day edits I ever did, but Dam It, it played. I then went and hyperventilated in a corner.

Autosave is set to every 5 mins and I save 100 versions. Also every 30 mins I save a new copy to a different location.

lostintime2004

As the title says. Now if it were a normal year, I wouldn't be filing taxes (Poor independent college student), and if I did, I could do it. This past year was a bit different. My mom passed away in the summer. She had no income as she was disabled. The thing is, when she passed away, I discovered some retirements she had and was paid out a little (3k) and she was approved for disability the day before she passed away, so I was paid half of that. On top of it all, last year my earnings were all FWS, so I have no idea how to file on that either... So because of these new things, I want to make sure it's done right, and so I can file my FAFSA so I can pay for school next semester. TL;DR last year was a confusing year for tax earnings, need help making sense of it all. Any suggestions appreciated.

As the title says. Now if it were a normal year, I wouldn't be filing taxes (Poor independent college student), and if I did, I could do it. This past year was a bit different. My mom passed away in the summer. She had no income as she was disabled. The thing is, when she passed away, I discovered some retirements she had and was paid out a little (3k) and she was approved for disability the day before she passed away, so I was paid half of that. On top of it all, last year my earnings were all FWS, so I have no idea how to file on that either... So because of these new things, I want to make sure it's done right, and so I can file my FAFSA so I can pay for school next semester. TL;DR last year was a confusing year for tax earnings, need help making sense of it all. Any suggestions appreciated.

CSUS

t5_2saj8

t3_1y08y2

As the title says. Now if it were a normal year, I wouldn't be filing taxes (Poor independent college student), and if I did, I could do it. This past year was a bit different. My mom passed away in the summer. She had no income as she was disabled. The thing is, when she passed away, I discovered some retirements she had and was paid out a little (3k) and she was approved for disability the day before she passed away, so I was paid half of that. On top of it all, last year my earnings were all FWS, so I have no idea how to file on that either... So because of these new things, I want to make sure it's done right, and so I can file my FAFSA so I can pay for school next semester.

last year was a confusing year for tax earnings, need help making sense of it all. Any suggestions appreciated.

Rahaze

Niches are still a part of it, they're just more subtle and depend more on the situation, terrain, and player preference. For example maybe a more skilled pilot can soft counter a tanker, but it takes a lot longer to kill him than if you engaged it using something with more firepower, so the tanker has more time for someone to assist him, but a ground option would be faster to kill the tank with. If a more skilled tank could land his shot on a less skilled pilot it would be a quick kill, but it couldn't happen realistically until the esf engages the tank or at least gets close, meaning the tank wouldn't be as useful for AA as an esf still for backing up a liberator. Not saying I have a flawless opinion, but this is how I'd approach vehicleside as a dev. tldr: I'm thinking about it would be cool if everything was a soft counter in a vacuum, but in a platoon or squad situation there's more to it.

Niches are still a part of it, they're just more subtle and depend more on the situation, terrain, and player preference. For example maybe a more skilled pilot can soft counter a tanker, but it takes a lot longer to kill him than if you engaged it using something with more firepower, so the tanker has more time for someone to assist him, but a ground option would be faster to kill the tank with. If a more skilled tank could land his shot on a less skilled pilot it would be a quick kill, but it couldn't happen realistically until the esf engages the tank or at least gets close, meaning the tank wouldn't be as useful for AA as an esf still for backing up a liberator. Not saying I have a flawless opinion, but this is how I'd approach vehicleside as a dev. tldr: I'm thinking about it would be cool if everything was a soft counter in a vacuum, but in a platoon or squad situation there's more to it.

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Niches are still a part of it, they're just more subtle and depend more on the situation, terrain, and player preference. For example maybe a more skilled pilot can soft counter a tanker, but it takes a lot longer to kill him than if you engaged it using something with more firepower, so the tanker has more time for someone to assist him, but a ground option would be faster to kill the tank with. If a more skilled tank could land his shot on a less skilled pilot it would be a quick kill, but it couldn't happen realistically until the esf engages the tank or at least gets close, meaning the tank wouldn't be as useful for AA as an esf still for backing up a liberator. Not saying I have a flawless opinion, but this is how I'd approach vehicleside as a dev.

I'm thinking about it would be cool if everything was a soft counter in a vacuum, but in a platoon or squad situation there's more to it.

celtictattgirl

So, my husband and I started keto back in Sept of last year. I feel *awesome* since starting, less lethargic, less bloaty, etc. However, the scale wasn't really doing much of anything. A month ago a long time friend moved away and hubs and I realized that we have been really crappy about maintaining contact with those who have moved. So, we decided that we are going to be taking a trip to visit friends in GA and AZ this fall. That means tank tops and shorts.. umm yeah.. not the way things were. So, I threw in weight training to the mix, 4 times a week and at least 5 days of walking 1.5+ miles. [Here]( is where I am. Pix on 3 dates, 4/22, 5/4, and 5/11. Am I seeing things?? **TL;DR** Keto on it's own didn't do much for me, but this is what happened when I added weights and cardio.

So, my husband and I started keto back in Sept of last year. I feel awesome since starting, less lethargic, less bloaty, etc. However, the scale wasn't really doing much of anything. A month ago a long time friend moved away and hubs and I realized that we have been really crappy about maintaining contact with those who have moved. So, we decided that we are going to be taking a trip to visit friends in GA and AZ this fall. That means tank tops and shorts.. umm yeah.. not the way things were. So, I threw in weight training to the mix, 4 times a week and at least 5 days of walking 1.5+ miles. [Here]( is where I am. Pix on 3 dates, 4/22, 5/4, and 5/11. Am I seeing things?? TL;DR Keto on it's own didn't do much for me, but this is what happened when I added weights and cardio.

xxketo

t5_2u80h

t3_1e6l0c

So, my husband and I started keto back in Sept of last year. I feel awesome since starting, less lethargic, less bloaty, etc. However, the scale wasn't really doing much of anything. A month ago a long time friend moved away and hubs and I realized that we have been really crappy about maintaining contact with those who have moved. So, we decided that we are going to be taking a trip to visit friends in GA and AZ this fall. That means tank tops and shorts.. umm yeah.. not the way things were. So, I threw in weight training to the mix, 4 times a week and at least 5 days of walking 1.5+ miles. [Here]( is where I am. Pix on 3 dates, 4/22, 5/4, and 5/11. Am I seeing things??

Keto on it's own didn't do much for me, but this is what happened when I added weights and cardio.

AnnaBananaphone

Back in 2005 (3rd grade), this kid (let's call him John) started riding my bus. He, a couple of other people, including my future boyfriend, and I became pretty good friends throughout elementary school, into middle school, and even today in high school. John got closer to me in 2011 (6th grade) just by talking about books and video games. However, this friendship started moving off the bus and into the classroom. He would sit with me during lunch and during class, but my naive self didn't think anything of it. A year later was the first time he asked me out. My friends had been teasing me for months about him, but I insisted it was just platonic. He proved me wrong when he slipped a note in my locker telling me how pretty I was, along with a pen with a plastic parrot on top (how romantic; in his defense, the pen was a pretty hot item at the Scholastic Book Fair). In response, I wrote a note explaining while I was flattered, I wasn't interested and gave the parrot back. After this first attempt I could tell something was wrong. John was a bit moody and we distanced a little, but he came back a couple of months later and we were friends again, just not as close as before. The next year, I started dating a family friend who went to a different school. Eight months later, I broke up with him because he cheated on me. John and another friend from the bus, let's call him Andy, immediately told me he was an asshole and didn't deserve me. Two years later, 2013/sophomore year, he asked me out to go see a movie. I was completely taken by surprise and I had no idea what to say, but I didn't want him to be upset so I told him that it wasn't a good time. To be fair, I was having a lot of family problems and I really didn't want to date anyone at the time, but no matter what I didn't want to date him. I could tell he was a bit upset but that could be expected. Less than two weeks later, I started dating Andy. John was PISSED because he and Andy hated each other (ironically, they're both extremely similar). John didn't speak to me for the duration of the relationship. Andy told me that it was because John was jealous; he revealed to me that he and his friends had known John had liked me since third grade. At the end of Andy and I's relationship, John started saying that Andy was a sociopath: he was manipulative, he was dating me just to spite John, he was just trying to sleep with me. To be fair, Andy might very well be a sociopath but you can see where I might see a red flag or two. We broke up soon afterward and John made sure to be there for me, though I was clear that it definitely not a good time. This year, 2014, John's becoming more persistent. He tried making a move on my best friend (also not interested and looks EXACTLY like me). He's given me gifts. He's texting me more often, often texting again after a couple of hours wihout me replying his original text. He's offerer beating up the asshat that tried to touch me. He's asked me out 3 times in a matter of months. Each time I brush it off, never flat out saying "I don't like you, leave me alone," but I'm getting to my wits end. I don't know how he can't get the hint: he ALWAYS texts me first; I NEVER give him a straight answer as to plans; I avoid any contact that might be considered intimate; I've dated multiple guys that I haven't even mentioned here. I don't want to be an asshole, I don't want to do it over text, and I don't want him to blow up, but I'm not interested. What do I do? --- TL;DR: The guy who's liked me for 8 years doesn't seem to understand that I'm just not that into him. How do I turn him down without being an asshole?

Back in 2005 (3rd grade), this kid (let's call him John) started riding my bus. He, a couple of other people, including my future boyfriend, and I became pretty good friends throughout elementary school, into middle school, and even today in high school. John got closer to me in 2011 (6th grade) just by talking about books and video games. However, this friendship started moving off the bus and into the classroom. He would sit with me during lunch and during class, but my naive self didn't think anything of it. A year later was the first time he asked me out. My friends had been teasing me for months about him, but I insisted it was just platonic. He proved me wrong when he slipped a note in my locker telling me how pretty I was, along with a pen with a plastic parrot on top (how romantic; in his defense, the pen was a pretty hot item at the Scholastic Book Fair). In response, I wrote a note explaining while I was flattered, I wasn't interested and gave the parrot back. After this first attempt I could tell something was wrong. John was a bit moody and we distanced a little, but he came back a couple of months later and we were friends again, just not as close as before. The next year, I started dating a family friend who went to a different school. Eight months later, I broke up with him because he cheated on me. John and another friend from the bus, let's call him Andy, immediately told me he was an asshole and didn't deserve me. Two years later, 2013/sophomore year, he asked me out to go see a movie. I was completely taken by surprise and I had no idea what to say, but I didn't want him to be upset so I told him that it wasn't a good time. To be fair, I was having a lot of family problems and I really didn't want to date anyone at the time, but no matter what I didn't want to date him. I could tell he was a bit upset but that could be expected. Less than two weeks later, I started dating Andy. John was PISSED because he and Andy hated each other (ironically, they're both extremely similar). John didn't speak to me for the duration of the relationship. Andy told me that it was because John was jealous; he revealed to me that he and his friends had known John had liked me since third grade. At the end of Andy and I's relationship, John started saying that Andy was a sociopath: he was manipulative, he was dating me just to spite John, he was just trying to sleep with me. To be fair, Andy might very well be a sociopath but you can see where I might see a red flag or two. We broke up soon afterward and John made sure to be there for me, though I was clear that it definitely not a good time. This year, 2014, John's becoming more persistent. He tried making a move on my best friend (also not interested and looks EXACTLY like me). He's given me gifts. He's texting me more often, often texting again after a couple of hours wihout me replying his original text. He's offerer beating up the asshat that tried to touch me. He's asked me out 3 times in a matter of months. Each time I brush it off, never flat out saying "I don't like you, leave me alone," but I'm getting to my wits end. I don't know how he can't get the hint: he ALWAYS texts me first; I NEVER give him a straight answer as to plans; I avoid any contact that might be considered intimate; I've dated multiple guys that I haven't even mentioned here. I don't want to be an asshole, I don't want to do it over text, and I don't want him to blow up, but I'm not interested. What do I do? TL;DR: The guy who's liked me for 8 years doesn't seem to understand that I'm just not that into him. How do I turn him down without being an asshole?

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Back in 2005 (3rd grade), this kid (let's call him John) started riding my bus. He, a couple of other people, including my future boyfriend, and I became pretty good friends throughout elementary school, into middle school, and even today in high school. John got closer to me in 2011 (6th grade) just by talking about books and video games. However, this friendship started moving off the bus and into the classroom. He would sit with me during lunch and during class, but my naive self didn't think anything of it. A year later was the first time he asked me out. My friends had been teasing me for months about him, but I insisted it was just platonic. He proved me wrong when he slipped a note in my locker telling me how pretty I was, along with a pen with a plastic parrot on top (how romantic; in his defense, the pen was a pretty hot item at the Scholastic Book Fair). In response, I wrote a note explaining while I was flattered, I wasn't interested and gave the parrot back. After this first attempt I could tell something was wrong. John was a bit moody and we distanced a little, but he came back a couple of months later and we were friends again, just not as close as before. The next year, I started dating a family friend who went to a different school. Eight months later, I broke up with him because he cheated on me. John and another friend from the bus, let's call him Andy, immediately told me he was an asshole and didn't deserve me. Two years later, 2013/sophomore year, he asked me out to go see a movie. I was completely taken by surprise and I had no idea what to say, but I didn't want him to be upset so I told him that it wasn't a good time. To be fair, I was having a lot of family problems and I really didn't want to date anyone at the time, but no matter what I didn't want to date him. I could tell he was a bit upset but that could be expected. Less than two weeks later, I started dating Andy. John was PISSED because he and Andy hated each other (ironically, they're both extremely similar). John didn't speak to me for the duration of the relationship. Andy told me that it was because John was jealous; he revealed to me that he and his friends had known John had liked me since third grade. At the end of Andy and I's relationship, John started saying that Andy was a sociopath: he was manipulative, he was dating me just to spite John, he was just trying to sleep with me. To be fair, Andy might very well be a sociopath but you can see where I might see a red flag or two. We broke up soon afterward and John made sure to be there for me, though I was clear that it definitely not a good time. This year, 2014, John's becoming more persistent. He tried making a move on my best friend (also not interested and looks EXACTLY like me). He's given me gifts. He's texting me more often, often texting again after a couple of hours wihout me replying his original text. He's offerer beating up the asshat that tried to touch me. He's asked me out 3 times in a matter of months. Each time I brush it off, never flat out saying "I don't like you, leave me alone," but I'm getting to my wits end. I don't know how he can't get the hint: he ALWAYS texts me first; I NEVER give him a straight answer as to plans; I avoid any contact that might be considered intimate; I've dated multiple guys that I haven't even mentioned here. I don't want to be an asshole, I don't want to do it over text, and I don't want him to blow up, but I'm not interested. What do I do?

The guy who's liked me for 8 years doesn't seem to understand that I'm just not that into him. How do I turn him down without being an asshole?

poprop03

while the tanks and aircraft would be awesome and stuff you have to realize they are also completely outgunned at sea and surrounded by enemies they simply dont have enought tanks and air support bearing in mind how weak germany truly was in 1939 to hold of the combined armies of france,russia,austria-hungary,The US,Italy,Belgium,The UK,The Ottoman empire,Japan,Brazil,Serbia, and Portugal keep in mind early german tanks were quite weak and would not be invulnerable sure they would cause causalties but tehy would still go down to mines and sustained artillery fire especially when field guns are quickly adapted to vertical fire like the french 75 MM TLDR:Blockaded and completely overrun by millions of infantry armed with similar weapons while tanks cause causalties they cannot turn the tide edit: the aircraft simply arent numerous enough to affect the war to a great enough degree as the Nazis didnt posses effective strategic bombers in reasonable numbers edit2:lack of access to eastern european oil means the Nazis cannot fight for more than a few months anyway

while the tanks and aircraft would be awesome and stuff you have to realize they are also completely outgunned at sea and surrounded by enemies they simply dont have enought tanks and air support bearing in mind how weak germany truly was in 1939 to hold of the combined armies of france,russia,austria-hungary,The US,Italy,Belgium,The UK,The Ottoman empire,Japan,Brazil,Serbia, and Portugal keep in mind early german tanks were quite weak and would not be invulnerable sure they would cause causalties but tehy would still go down to mines and sustained artillery fire especially when field guns are quickly adapted to vertical fire like the french 75 MM TLDR:Blockaded and completely overrun by millions of infantry armed with similar weapons while tanks cause causalties they cannot turn the tide edit: the aircraft simply arent numerous enough to affect the war to a great enough degree as the Nazis didnt posses effective strategic bombers in reasonable numbers edit2:lack of access to eastern european oil means the Nazis cannot fight for more than a few months anyway

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while the tanks and aircraft would be awesome and stuff you have to realize they are also completely outgunned at sea and surrounded by enemies they simply dont have enought tanks and air support bearing in mind how weak germany truly was in 1939 to hold of the combined armies of france,russia,austria-hungary,The US,Italy,Belgium,The UK,The Ottoman empire,Japan,Brazil,Serbia, and Portugal keep in mind early german tanks were quite weak and would not be invulnerable sure they would cause causalties but tehy would still go down to mines and sustained artillery fire especially when field guns are quickly adapted to vertical fire like the french 75 MM

Blockaded and completely overrun by millions of infantry armed with similar weapons while tanks cause causalties they cannot turn the tide edit: the aircraft simply arent numerous enough to affect the war to a great enough degree as the Nazis didnt posses effective strategic bombers in reasonable numbers edit2:lack of access to eastern european oil means the Nazis cannot fight for more than a few months anyway

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We deliberately left it in for our wedding, because we know our friends are a bunch of smartasses. It was hilarious watching their faces as the urge to object just for the hell of it warred with the desire not to be a dick. They didn't say anything, but not because they didn't want to. TL;DR - we left it there to troll our friends. It was successful.

We deliberately left it in for our wedding, because we know our friends are a bunch of smartasses. It was hilarious watching their faces as the urge to object just for the hell of it warred with the desire not to be a dick. They didn't say anything, but not because they didn't want to. TL;DR - we left it there to troll our friends. It was successful.

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We deliberately left it in for our wedding, because we know our friends are a bunch of smartasses. It was hilarious watching their faces as the urge to object just for the hell of it warred with the desire not to be a dick. They didn't say anything, but not because they didn't want to.

we left it there to troll our friends. It was successful.

rnrthrowaway

I'm new to working insurance. I work in a top 6 insurance company working as a personal injury protection adjuster, and I'm just having a really hard time adjusting to my job. I'm just having a lot of trouble actually believing a lot of people that I have to process claims for. I feel like over half of my insureds that I deal with are in low impact accidents that have soft tissue injuries. Many of them were already treating with chiropractors, and get into very minor accidents whose treatment ends up costing sometimes ten times more than it costs to repair their vehicles. Before I even got this job I kind of thought Chiropractic treatment was a joke, and I have a hard time dealing with my insureds who get into an accident and go to their chiropractor the same day. My coworkers and bosses keep telling me that I am too quick to wanting to refer people to IME's and need to wait at least six weeks before I do anything close to that. I am really just having trouble seeing how someone can be injured with no structural or frame damage to their car, no mechanical damage. Basically I am having a really hard time finding any mechanism of injury. I've been in two major car accidents myself, and have never needed anything beyond a single doctors visit. I understand that I am young and I can recover faster than someone who is older - but I still always account for age when I am evaluating peoples injuries. It is true that I don't have any medical training, but I am trying to learn as much as I can. I guess my biggest problem is trying to stay objective when evaluating my claims. The hardest part is when people don't ever actually see a doctor, because I feel that chiropractors just encourage even the smallest amount of pain because their treatment is palliative and relieves discomfort temporarily, but what I don't understand is how anyone can be put on a 3 month treatment plan going to the chiropractor and massage therapy three times a week for an accident that was incredibly low impact repairs weren't even made to the vehicle. I'm really trying to do well in my job, and I really feel like I do try to find a reason to pay for everything. I know my job is to find coverage, but I also know that I will need to answer questions later if I pay for treatment that is obviously not related. Sorry for the rant, but after working 50+ hours this week I feel like my job is not trying not to make people whole again after their accident, but paying for their "feel good' treatments. tl;dr: I'm having trouble taking PIP claims seriously that are incredibly low impact and come back with outrageous treatment plans. My coworkers and supervisors think I am being too harsh. Advice?

I'm new to working insurance. I work in a top 6 insurance company working as a personal injury protection adjuster, and I'm just having a really hard time adjusting to my job. I'm just having a lot of trouble actually believing a lot of people that I have to process claims for. I feel like over half of my insureds that I deal with are in low impact accidents that have soft tissue injuries. Many of them were already treating with chiropractors, and get into very minor accidents whose treatment ends up costing sometimes ten times more than it costs to repair their vehicles. Before I even got this job I kind of thought Chiropractic treatment was a joke, and I have a hard time dealing with my insureds who get into an accident and go to their chiropractor the same day. My coworkers and bosses keep telling me that I am too quick to wanting to refer people to IME's and need to wait at least six weeks before I do anything close to that. I am really just having trouble seeing how someone can be injured with no structural or frame damage to their car, no mechanical damage. Basically I am having a really hard time finding any mechanism of injury. I've been in two major car accidents myself, and have never needed anything beyond a single doctors visit. I understand that I am young and I can recover faster than someone who is older - but I still always account for age when I am evaluating peoples injuries. It is true that I don't have any medical training, but I am trying to learn as much as I can. I guess my biggest problem is trying to stay objective when evaluating my claims. The hardest part is when people don't ever actually see a doctor, because I feel that chiropractors just encourage even the smallest amount of pain because their treatment is palliative and relieves discomfort temporarily, but what I don't understand is how anyone can be put on a 3 month treatment plan going to the chiropractor and massage therapy three times a week for an accident that was incredibly low impact repairs weren't even made to the vehicle. I'm really trying to do well in my job, and I really feel like I do try to find a reason to pay for everything. I know my job is to find coverage, but I also know that I will need to answer questions later if I pay for treatment that is obviously not related. Sorry for the rant, but after working 50+ hours this week I feel like my job is not trying not to make people whole again after their accident, but paying for their "feel good' treatments. tl;dr: I'm having trouble taking PIP claims seriously that are incredibly low impact and come back with outrageous treatment plans. My coworkers and supervisors think I am being too harsh. Advice?

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I'm new to working insurance. I work in a top 6 insurance company working as a personal injury protection adjuster, and I'm just having a really hard time adjusting to my job. I'm just having a lot of trouble actually believing a lot of people that I have to process claims for. I feel like over half of my insureds that I deal with are in low impact accidents that have soft tissue injuries. Many of them were already treating with chiropractors, and get into very minor accidents whose treatment ends up costing sometimes ten times more than it costs to repair their vehicles. Before I even got this job I kind of thought Chiropractic treatment was a joke, and I have a hard time dealing with my insureds who get into an accident and go to their chiropractor the same day. My coworkers and bosses keep telling me that I am too quick to wanting to refer people to IME's and need to wait at least six weeks before I do anything close to that. I am really just having trouble seeing how someone can be injured with no structural or frame damage to their car, no mechanical damage. Basically I am having a really hard time finding any mechanism of injury. I've been in two major car accidents myself, and have never needed anything beyond a single doctors visit. I understand that I am young and I can recover faster than someone who is older - but I still always account for age when I am evaluating peoples injuries. It is true that I don't have any medical training, but I am trying to learn as much as I can. I guess my biggest problem is trying to stay objective when evaluating my claims. The hardest part is when people don't ever actually see a doctor, because I feel that chiropractors just encourage even the smallest amount of pain because their treatment is palliative and relieves discomfort temporarily, but what I don't understand is how anyone can be put on a 3 month treatment plan going to the chiropractor and massage therapy three times a week for an accident that was incredibly low impact repairs weren't even made to the vehicle. I'm really trying to do well in my job, and I really feel like I do try to find a reason to pay for everything. I know my job is to find coverage, but I also know that I will need to answer questions later if I pay for treatment that is obviously not related. Sorry for the rant, but after working 50+ hours this week I feel like my job is not trying not to make people whole again after their accident, but paying for their "feel good' treatments.

I'm having trouble taking PIP claims seriously that are incredibly low impact and come back with outrageous treatment plans. My coworkers and supervisors think I am being too harsh. Advice?

jaybill

I'm a 35 year-old dude that has recently decided not to be fat and slow. I've very significantly changed my eating habits and I'm getting regular exercise (hour plus walk every day). I am losing weight at a pretty regular rate and that's all fine and good. What I'd like to do now is start some very basic weight training, preferably something that can be done with a set of small dumbbells, because that's what I already own. I'm primarily interested in increasing (well, if we're honest, bringing into existence) my upper body strength. I have no desire to look like He-Man. I just want my body to work less like that of a three-toed sloth. I also don't want to purchase a pile of equipment. Like I said, I've got some basic dumbbells, a mat, etc. Also, before you suggest it, I am not paying for or going to a gym under any circumstance. I'm glad that worked for you if it did, but I want no part of that. **TL;DR:** Would like to start some basic weight training, have no idea where to start. What has worked for you? **UPDATE:** Thanks! I was kind of hoping there was something like /r/fitness! This FAQ answers pretty much every question you could ever have on the subject!

I'm a 35 year-old dude that has recently decided not to be fat and slow. I've very significantly changed my eating habits and I'm getting regular exercise (hour plus walk every day). I am losing weight at a pretty regular rate and that's all fine and good. What I'd like to do now is start some very basic weight training, preferably something that can be done with a set of small dumbbells, because that's what I already own. I'm primarily interested in increasing (well, if we're honest, bringing into existence) my upper body strength. I have no desire to look like He-Man. I just want my body to work less like that of a three-toed sloth. I also don't want to purchase a pile of equipment. Like I said, I've got some basic dumbbells, a mat, etc. Also, before you suggest it, I am not paying for or going to a gym under any circumstance. I'm glad that worked for you if it did, but I want no part of that. TL;DR: Would like to start some basic weight training, have no idea where to start. What has worked for you? UPDATE: Thanks! I was kind of hoping there was something like /r/fitness! This FAQ answers pretty much every question you could ever have on the subject!

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I'm a 35 year-old dude that has recently decided not to be fat and slow. I've very significantly changed my eating habits and I'm getting regular exercise (hour plus walk every day). I am losing weight at a pretty regular rate and that's all fine and good. What I'd like to do now is start some very basic weight training, preferably something that can be done with a set of small dumbbells, because that's what I already own. I'm primarily interested in increasing (well, if we're honest, bringing into existence) my upper body strength. I have no desire to look like He-Man. I just want my body to work less like that of a three-toed sloth. I also don't want to purchase a pile of equipment. Like I said, I've got some basic dumbbells, a mat, etc. Also, before you suggest it, I am not paying for or going to a gym under any circumstance. I'm glad that worked for you if it did, but I want no part of that.

Would like to start some basic weight training, have no idea where to start. What has worked for you? UPDATE: Thanks! I was kind of hoping there was something like /r/fitness! This FAQ answers pretty much every question you could ever have on the subject!

Devonmartino

The first thing you need to know is that I will not be joining everyone for the immediate launch of 2.0. The reason for this is a bit hard to put out there, so I'm just going to put it bluntly. My abusive mother took my laptop yesterday, and this morning she said she'd smashed it. If I join at all, this means that she was lying, and I was able to find wherever she'd hidden it. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for my recent conduct over the past few months. When confronted with an increasingly intense barrage of psychological abuse, I tend to let some of my anger seep out in unrelated areas of my life. Even some of my friends have noticed. While this does not, in any way, excuse any deplorable conduct (I.e., being rude and/or shitposting), I thought it would at least provide understanding as to why I've been acting a bit differently lately. ----------- Now, the important part. To all Picaronites, do not forsake your country. Rather, find a parcel of land anywhere and settle on it; move only if ruins of Constantinople are discovered, in which case, CLAIM THEM. (I'm going to preemptively claim such ruins, if they're present). To all Cubists, fear not. I'm going to continue writing lore, albeit with pen and paper, and submitting it via mobile if necessary. Don't forsake the Eight, for they will lead you to prosperity. To Winton: Totally not mad, and if your religion doesn't pan out, the doors are always open. ------------ TL;DR: Just fucking read it Last thing: I hate to be putting this info out there, but to be honest it's better than the alternative (not showing up or providing any explanation why). #Picaronites, gather at x4100 z5200 and go from there.

The first thing you need to know is that I will not be joining everyone for the immediate launch of 2.0. The reason for this is a bit hard to put out there, so I'm just going to put it bluntly. My abusive mother took my laptop yesterday, and this morning she said she'd smashed it. If I join at all, this means that she was lying, and I was able to find wherever she'd hidden it. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for my recent conduct over the past few months. When confronted with an increasingly intense barrage of psychological abuse, I tend to let some of my anger seep out in unrelated areas of my life. Even some of my friends have noticed. While this does not, in any way, excuse any deplorable conduct (I.e., being rude and/or shitposting), I thought it would at least provide understanding as to why I've been acting a bit differently lately. Now, the important part. To all Picaronites, do not forsake your country. Rather, find a parcel of land anywhere and settle on it; move only if ruins of Constantinople are discovered, in which case, CLAIM THEM. (I'm going to preemptively claim such ruins, if they're present). To all Cubists, fear not. I'm going to continue writing lore, albeit with pen and paper, and submitting it via mobile if necessary. Don't forsake the Eight, for they will lead you to prosperity. To Winton: Totally not mad, and if your religion doesn't pan out, the doors are always open. TL;DR: Just fucking read it Last thing: I hate to be putting this info out there, but to be honest it's better than the alternative (not showing up or providing any explanation why). Picaronites, gather at x4100 z5200 and go from there.

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The first thing you need to know is that I will not be joining everyone for the immediate launch of 2.0. The reason for this is a bit hard to put out there, so I'm just going to put it bluntly. My abusive mother took my laptop yesterday, and this morning she said she'd smashed it. If I join at all, this means that she was lying, and I was able to find wherever she'd hidden it. Secondly, I'd like to apologize for my recent conduct over the past few months. When confronted with an increasingly intense barrage of psychological abuse, I tend to let some of my anger seep out in unrelated areas of my life. Even some of my friends have noticed. While this does not, in any way, excuse any deplorable conduct (I.e., being rude and/or shitposting), I thought it would at least provide understanding as to why I've been acting a bit differently lately. Now, the important part. To all Picaronites, do not forsake your country. Rather, find a parcel of land anywhere and settle on it; move only if ruins of Constantinople are discovered, in which case, CLAIM THEM. (I'm going to preemptively claim such ruins, if they're present). To all Cubists, fear not. I'm going to continue writing lore, albeit with pen and paper, and submitting it via mobile if necessary. Don't forsake the Eight, for they will lead you to prosperity. To Winton: Totally not mad, and if your religion doesn't pan out, the doors are always open.

Just fucking read it Last thing: I hate to be putting this info out there, but to be honest it's better than the alternative (not showing up or providing any explanation why). Picaronites, gather at x4100 z5200 and go from there.

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Hey guys i'm usually the tech savvy one but i've never had this problem before so I need some help, my only resource for help (engineer friend) is out of town and won't be back for a while. My laptop hard disk has died. It's damaged i believe, it just won't read. I already bought a new hard disk and i'm going to install win7 on there. I don't have a problem with the fresh install and getting the hard drive BUT I NEED TO RETRIEVE MY OLD FILES. I'm a graphic designer and it crashed before i got to back everything up onto my external hard drive i use just to be safe. I lost all my important data and files that have to do with the jobs i was working on for my graphics, all my songs, pictures etc. The problem is that I HAD a desktop PC that i used but it fried a long time ago so all I have (had) was this laptop now! PLEASE I NEED THESE FILES. TL;DR Hard disk died and its URGENT AND VERY IMPORTANT that i retrieve my files. I would resort to paying but i got a 800$ quote and i'm a college student and i can't afford it. Please!

Hey guys i'm usually the tech savvy one but i've never had this problem before so I need some help, my only resource for help (engineer friend) is out of town and won't be back for a while. My laptop hard disk has died. It's damaged i believe, it just won't read. I already bought a new hard disk and i'm going to install win7 on there. I don't have a problem with the fresh install and getting the hard drive BUT I NEED TO RETRIEVE MY OLD FILES. I'm a graphic designer and it crashed before i got to back everything up onto my external hard drive i use just to be safe. I lost all my important data and files that have to do with the jobs i was working on for my graphics, all my songs, pictures etc. The problem is that I HAD a desktop PC that i used but it fried a long time ago so all I have (had) was this laptop now! PLEASE I NEED THESE FILES. TL;DR Hard disk died and its URGENT AND VERY IMPORTANT that i retrieve my files. I would resort to paying but i got a 800$ quote and i'm a college student and i can't afford it. Please!

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Hey guys i'm usually the tech savvy one but i've never had this problem before so I need some help, my only resource for help (engineer friend) is out of town and won't be back for a while. My laptop hard disk has died. It's damaged i believe, it just won't read. I already bought a new hard disk and i'm going to install win7 on there. I don't have a problem with the fresh install and getting the hard drive BUT I NEED TO RETRIEVE MY OLD FILES. I'm a graphic designer and it crashed before i got to back everything up onto my external hard drive i use just to be safe. I lost all my important data and files that have to do with the jobs i was working on for my graphics, all my songs, pictures etc. The problem is that I HAD a desktop PC that i used but it fried a long time ago so all I have (had) was this laptop now! PLEASE I NEED THESE FILES.

Hard disk died and its URGENT AND VERY IMPORTANT that i retrieve my files. I would resort to paying but i got a 800$ quote and i'm a college student and i can't afford it. Please!

musicalpets

Kind of not so funny story: I had to get a physical in high school to do sports, so I went to the big one we held once a year at the gym, where the majority of students went to get their physical. Basically they ask you a bunch of questions, pinch your skin, make you lie down, blah blah. Well, I was a skinny lass, so as I lay down on a hard counter so the lady could do I'm-not-sure-what by pressing on my abdomen, she frowned. She pushed deeper and deeper and asked me if I was constipated in front of a bunch of pretty blonde volleyball players without pants or shorts because they were in line for a nearby station. I told her no, so she asked more questions about my shitting and urinary schedules. She told me I had a hard ball inside. By this point, I'm burning red: I had never done sports before, but here I was trying to get cleared to do swim and water polo in front of these popular girls judging me as I talked about poop. The lady then told me to see a doctor to check out what was going on. We emailed my doctor, and she asked what side the ball was on. Well, it's on my lower left! And she replies that it's my back and that it's completely normal, I was just very skinny. (The reason she could feel my back from the left side of my body is because at the time I had moderately-severe scoliosis, but because to everybody's surprise it didn't affect my hips and shoulders too much, no one could tell unless I bent over.) **tl; dr: Embarrassing lady announced in front of girls with exposed booties that I had a hard ball of shit inside of me, turns out it was my spine.**

Kind of not so funny story: I had to get a physical in high school to do sports, so I went to the big one we held once a year at the gym, where the majority of students went to get their physical. Basically they ask you a bunch of questions, pinch your skin, make you lie down, blah blah. Well, I was a skinny lass, so as I lay down on a hard counter so the lady could do I'm-not-sure-what by pressing on my abdomen, she frowned. She pushed deeper and deeper and asked me if I was constipated in front of a bunch of pretty blonde volleyball players without pants or shorts because they were in line for a nearby station. I told her no, so she asked more questions about my shitting and urinary schedules. She told me I had a hard ball inside. By this point, I'm burning red: I had never done sports before, but here I was trying to get cleared to do swim and water polo in front of these popular girls judging me as I talked about poop. The lady then told me to see a doctor to check out what was going on. We emailed my doctor, and she asked what side the ball was on. Well, it's on my lower left! And she replies that it's my back and that it's completely normal, I was just very skinny. (The reason she could feel my back from the left side of my body is because at the time I had moderately-severe scoliosis, but because to everybody's surprise it didn't affect my hips and shoulders too much, no one could tell unless I bent over.) tl; dr: Embarrassing lady announced in front of girls with exposed booties that I had a hard ball of shit inside of me, turns out it was my spine.

AskReddit

t5_2qh1i

cgzjln2

Kind of not so funny story: I had to get a physical in high school to do sports, so I went to the big one we held once a year at the gym, where the majority of students went to get their physical. Basically they ask you a bunch of questions, pinch your skin, make you lie down, blah blah. Well, I was a skinny lass, so as I lay down on a hard counter so the lady could do I'm-not-sure-what by pressing on my abdomen, she frowned. She pushed deeper and deeper and asked me if I was constipated in front of a bunch of pretty blonde volleyball players without pants or shorts because they were in line for a nearby station. I told her no, so she asked more questions about my shitting and urinary schedules. She told me I had a hard ball inside. By this point, I'm burning red: I had never done sports before, but here I was trying to get cleared to do swim and water polo in front of these popular girls judging me as I talked about poop. The lady then told me to see a doctor to check out what was going on. We emailed my doctor, and she asked what side the ball was on. Well, it's on my lower left! And she replies that it's my back and that it's completely normal, I was just very skinny. (The reason she could feel my back from the left side of my body is because at the time I had moderately-severe scoliosis, but because to everybody's surprise it didn't affect my hips and shoulders too much, no one could tell unless I bent over.)

Embarrassing lady announced in front of girls with exposed booties that I had a hard ball of shit inside of me, turns out it was my spine.

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well sup this is my first post so yeah if it sucks sorry in advance Well I'm going to get straight into this i'm 13 at the time and my friend ( changed name ) ''john'' is about the same ages one day i was really sad and depressed and said fuck this i'm going out for a cycle then about a few mins down the road i see my friend john he is out playing football nothing different or strange about him at that point so i went up to him said hi ect talked about metal gear you know friend stuff ? and I told him how i was feeling and he was like ''bro bro bro bro '' my brother ( about 16 at the time ) got this stuff that could help you out man I thought about it for a second and said .. um okay so i went inside and played some ps3 as I was waiting for him when he came back he had rolled joint and i said fuck no i'm not gona smoke that man no way. so at that point another friend ''bob'' enters and then bob and john pass it back and forth,back and forth ( they didn't pressure me into it ) and when i saw how happy the two of them where and I was feeling really shity I thought to my self I don't want to feel shit so i took it and bam it hit me and i coughed and then passed it hit it again and nothing happened so the next day I was also down in the dumps so I hit it again we where listening to music and i could FEEL it like a visualizer ? and everything seemed different taste, touch and sight was a lot different but I swallowed some and when I burped smoke came out i guess its cool but i got sick so that wasn't any fun (and btw it did make me feel better i have read if you feel depressed and smoke it makes it worse but not for me i guess im lucky :L ) i don't do it all the time only when i'm feeling really shity ( messed up family ) i don't do it much for the sake of it but the feeling of ''been high'' but yeah the experience is good i guess, all my senses are enhanced witch is a good feeling my friend ''john'' is the person who gives it to me for free now (i'm now 15 ) anyway yeah sorry if that sucked it was my first post so yeah xD TL;DR i was feeling sad and took a hit felt better :D but i got sick :(

well sup this is my first post so yeah if it sucks sorry in advance Well I'm going to get straight into this i'm 13 at the time and my friend ( changed name ) ''john'' is about the same ages one day i was really sad and depressed and said fuck this i'm going out for a cycle then about a few mins down the road i see my friend john he is out playing football nothing different or strange about him at that point so i went up to him said hi ect talked about metal gear you know friend stuff ? and I told him how i was feeling and he was like ''bro bro bro bro '' my brother ( about 16 at the time ) got this stuff that could help you out man I thought about it for a second and said .. um okay so i went inside and played some ps3 as I was waiting for him when he came back he had rolled joint and i said fuck no i'm not gona smoke that man no way. so at that point another friend ''bob'' enters and then bob and john pass it back and forth,back and forth ( they didn't pressure me into it ) and when i saw how happy the two of them where and I was feeling really shity I thought to my self I don't want to feel shit so i took it and bam it hit me and i coughed and then passed it hit it again and nothing happened so the next day I was also down in the dumps so I hit it again we where listening to music and i could FEEL it like a visualizer ? and everything seemed different taste, touch and sight was a lot different but I swallowed some and when I burped smoke came out i guess its cool but i got sick so that wasn't any fun (and btw it did make me feel better i have read if you feel depressed and smoke it makes it worse but not for me i guess im lucky :L ) i don't do it all the time only when i'm feeling really shity ( messed up family ) i don't do it much for the sake of it but the feeling of ''been high'' but yeah the experience is good i guess, all my senses are enhanced witch is a good feeling my friend ''john'' is the person who gives it to me for free now (i'm now 15 ) anyway yeah sorry if that sucked it was my first post so yeah xD TL;DR i was feeling sad and took a hit felt better :D but i got sick :(

Drugs

t5_2qh7l

t3_15sld0

well sup this is my first post so yeah if it sucks sorry in advance Well I'm going to get straight into this i'm 13 at the time and my friend ( changed name ) ''john'' is about the same ages one day i was really sad and depressed and said fuck this i'm going out for a cycle then about a few mins down the road i see my friend john he is out playing football nothing different or strange about him at that point so i went up to him said hi ect talked about metal gear you know friend stuff ? and I told him how i was feeling and he was like ''bro bro bro bro '' my brother ( about 16 at the time ) got this stuff that could help you out man I thought about it for a second and said .. um okay so i went inside and played some ps3 as I was waiting for him when he came back he had rolled joint and i said fuck no i'm not gona smoke that man no way. so at that point another friend ''bob'' enters and then bob and john pass it back and forth,back and forth ( they didn't pressure me into it ) and when i saw how happy the two of them where and I was feeling really shity I thought to my self I don't want to feel shit so i took it and bam it hit me and i coughed and then passed it hit it again and nothing happened so the next day I was also down in the dumps so I hit it again we where listening to music and i could FEEL it like a visualizer ? and everything seemed different taste, touch and sight was a lot different but I swallowed some and when I burped smoke came out i guess its cool but i got sick so that wasn't any fun (and btw it did make me feel better i have read if you feel depressed and smoke it makes it worse but not for me i guess im lucky :L ) i don't do it all the time only when i'm feeling really shity ( messed up family ) i don't do it much for the sake of it but the feeling of ''been high'' but yeah the experience is good i guess, all my senses are enhanced witch is a good feeling my friend ''john'' is the person who gives it to me for free now (i'm now 15 ) anyway yeah sorry if that sucked it was my first post so yeah xD

i was feeling sad and took a hit felt better :D but i got sick :(

halzen

> Presence of a firearm in the home reportedly results in death or injury to household members or visitors over 12 times more often than to an intruder. I've heard this statistic mentioned many times throughout various gun debates, but I've never once seen the article or source it was written in directly linked. I did a little sleuthing on that statistic, and was pretty disappointed by the lack of decent citation and figure releases. I was also disappointed by the poor scopes and tones of the studies. I'll elaborate: The original article was very difficult to find and is not commonly cited by articles mentioning its figures. Here it is: First off, the article is a biased editorial, not something written with the intent of displaying proper facts or data. The article contains no charts or tables and doesn't specify the scope or method behind any of the statistics it refers to. To comment on some of the statistics mentioned: > Suicide is the leading cause of death among gun owners in the initial years of acquisition. Well, no shit. People buy guns with the *intent* of committing suicide. Better public health care and federally-accessible health records would pretty much eliminate this problem. > Out of 395 fatalities occurring at a family home where a gun was present, suicide accounted for 333 cases (84%); 41 were domestic violence homicides, and 12 were accidents, while only nine were shootings of an intruder. This study comes from one private survey conducted in the 80s in the greater Seattle, WA area ([link to study mention, again without showing extended figures or collection method]( It is not representative of the USA as a whole, and as such the numbers presented don't come anywhere close to any national surveys or estimates. It's also worth noting that Washington's suicide rate is higher than the national average, though not by much ([source]( And now, our favorite figure to mention: > Presence of a firearm in the home reportedly results in death or injury to household members or visitors over 12 times more often than to an intruder. [This]( is the only source used to bring up that figure. It's another editorial article written by a medical chairman who has spent years writing polarizing articles on gun crime and drawing tons of criticism for his poor methods of data presentation. [His wiki page.]( **TL;DR:** > When faced with a home robbery, yes, but on the whole you are 12 times more likely to kill a visitor or family member than an intruder, and your risk of successful suicide triples. While this has been mentioned a lot in various gun debates, its origin is VERY questionable, and I don't find it convincing or compelling at all.

> Presence of a firearm in the home reportedly results in death or injury to household members or visitors over 12 times more often than to an intruder. I've heard this statistic mentioned many times throughout various gun debates, but I've never once seen the article or source it was written in directly linked. I did a little sleuthing on that statistic, and was pretty disappointed by the lack of decent citation and figure releases. I was also disappointed by the poor scopes and tones of the studies. I'll elaborate: The original article was very difficult to find and is not commonly cited by articles mentioning its figures. Here it is: First off, the article is a biased editorial, not something written with the intent of displaying proper facts or data. The article contains no charts or tables and doesn't specify the scope or method behind any of the statistics it refers to. To comment on some of the statistics mentioned: > Suicide is the leading cause of death among gun owners in the initial years of acquisition. Well, no shit. People buy guns with the intent of committing suicide. Better public health care and federally-accessible health records would pretty much eliminate this problem. > Out of 395 fatalities occurring at a family home where a gun was present, suicide accounted for 333 cases (84%); 41 were domestic violence homicides, and 12 were accidents, while only nine were shootings of an intruder. This study comes from one private survey conducted in the 80s in the greater Seattle, WA area ([link to study mention, again without showing extended figures or collection method]( It is not representative of the USA as a whole, and as such the numbers presented don't come anywhere close to any national surveys or estimates. It's also worth noting that Washington's suicide rate is higher than the national average, though not by much ([source]( And now, our favorite figure to mention: > Presence of a firearm in the home reportedly results in death or injury to household members or visitors over 12 times more often than to an intruder. [This]( is the only source used to bring up that figure. It's another editorial article written by a medical chairman who has spent years writing polarizing articles on gun crime and drawing tons of criticism for his poor methods of data presentation. [His wiki page.]( TL;DR: > When faced with a home robbery, yes, but on the whole you are 12 times more likely to kill a visitor or family member than an intruder, and your risk of successful suicide triples. While this has been mentioned a lot in various gun debates, its origin is VERY questionable, and I don't find it convincing or compelling at all.

Firearms

t5_2ryez

t3_19s6ai

Presence of a firearm in the home reportedly results in death or injury to household members or visitors over 12 times more often than to an intruder. I've heard this statistic mentioned many times throughout various gun debates, but I've never once seen the article or source it was written in directly linked. I did a little sleuthing on that statistic, and was pretty disappointed by the lack of decent citation and figure releases. I was also disappointed by the poor scopes and tones of the studies. I'll elaborate: The original article was very difficult to find and is not commonly cited by articles mentioning its figures. Here it is: First off, the article is a biased editorial, not something written with the intent of displaying proper facts or data. The article contains no charts or tables and doesn't specify the scope or method behind any of the statistics it refers to. To comment on some of the statistics mentioned: > Suicide is the leading cause of death among gun owners in the initial years of acquisition. Well, no shit. People buy guns with the intent of committing suicide. Better public health care and federally-accessible health records would pretty much eliminate this problem. > Out of 395 fatalities occurring at a family home where a gun was present, suicide accounted for 333 cases (84%); 41 were domestic violence homicides, and 12 were accidents, while only nine were shootings of an intruder. This study comes from one private survey conducted in the 80s in the greater Seattle, WA area ([link to study mention, again without showing extended figures or collection method]( It is not representative of the USA as a whole, and as such the numbers presented don't come anywhere close to any national surveys or estimates. It's also worth noting that Washington's suicide rate is higher than the national average, though not by much ([source]( And now, our favorite figure to mention: > Presence of a firearm in the home reportedly results in death or injury to household members or visitors over 12 times more often than to an intruder. [This]( is the only source used to bring up that figure. It's another editorial article written by a medical chairman who has spent years writing polarizing articles on gun crime and drawing tons of criticism for his poor methods of data presentation. [His wiki page.](

When faced with a home robbery, yes, but on the whole you are 12 times more likely to kill a visitor or family member than an intruder, and your risk of successful suicide triples. While this has been mentioned a lot in various gun debates, its origin is VERY questionable, and I don't find it convincing or compelling at all.

dankstagof

So today started off with a trip to a local B&M to pick up some juices and a drip tip. I went with my "friend" who the day before had "accidentally" taken my igo-l, a bottle of vermillion river e-juice and a few other things. I called him and he said "oh yeah I have those, my bad" and i picked them up last night. I also noticed that I was missing an igo-w deck and my RSST. today when he came over I gave him a chance to "find" my rsst and stuck my head under my bed to "look" for it. (the whole area under my bed is filled with boxes so I was acting like a mime) Lo and behold, he finds the RSST. He had also traded me a Nimbus for an AGA-T (he got it in a 10 pack deal for $30) The thing is, I am in recovery and work at a drug and alcohol treatment center, and the nimbus deck had some weed resin left in there and it had made it's way under the center post. I told him (because he had purchased 2 nimbus') that I'd love it if we could switch out the bottoms, and he agreed. so that night he gave me the new bottom cap and of course! it doesn't fit! the nimbus top cap was too loose. turns out it was an igo-w bottom, which if you recall I was also missing. So now I have everything he stole from me and today we go to the B&M. The guy confirmed it was an igo-w bottom, and my buddy said "oh okay dude I'll get you the other nimbus bottom" and we proceed to drip some juices (standard g35 and space jam omega are delicious on an igo-w) I buy the juice in 6mg for dripping and 18mg for everything else (i'm trying to quit smoking and 12mg leaves me craving analogs) I also buy my buddy some juice. on the way back home, I ask my "friend" to grab the nimbus cap and he says it's at his house, so I get to his place and I ask him to go grab it for me and he starts coming up with excuses ("my roommate is asleep and she's a bitch", "i have it in a tackle box but also literally all over the apartment") I tell him I think it's shady and he's like "bro, i'll totally get it for you tonight by 7" So i get home and take a 3 hour nap and it's 7. no call. 8. no call. 9. no call. 10. no call. 10:15 he hops on facebook and says he's gonna look for it and i can swing by and grab it. He signs off and I still havent heard from him. I'm at work right now, and the ekowool i just bought for my drippers isn't tasting good. the protank2 I just bought has a metallic smell and taste that the original protank did not. Every juice i put in it is horrible. my igo-w is shot, and now i'm left here with a pack of reds (which i love right now, more than ever.) I'm in a mood where I'm over vaping altogether and I fucking hate it. I just needed to vent, say what you will, anything is appreciated. TL;DR my friend stole a bunch of shit and still wont give me a legit nimbus cap that he owes me, my protank2 is a piece of shit and i hate it and my dripper is shot. now i'm puffing on a marlboro red thinking "fuck it"

So today started off with a trip to a local B&M to pick up some juices and a drip tip. I went with my "friend" who the day before had "accidentally" taken my igo-l, a bottle of vermillion river e-juice and a few other things. I called him and he said "oh yeah I have those, my bad" and i picked them up last night. I also noticed that I was missing an igo-w deck and my RSST. today when he came over I gave him a chance to "find" my rsst and stuck my head under my bed to "look" for it. (the whole area under my bed is filled with boxes so I was acting like a mime) Lo and behold, he finds the RSST. He had also traded me a Nimbus for an AGA-T (he got it in a 10 pack deal for $30) The thing is, I am in recovery and work at a drug and alcohol treatment center, and the nimbus deck had some weed resin left in there and it had made it's way under the center post. I told him (because he had purchased 2 nimbus') that I'd love it if we could switch out the bottoms, and he agreed. so that night he gave me the new bottom cap and of course! it doesn't fit! the nimbus top cap was too loose. turns out it was an igo-w bottom, which if you recall I was also missing. So now I have everything he stole from me and today we go to the B&M. The guy confirmed it was an igo-w bottom, and my buddy said "oh okay dude I'll get you the other nimbus bottom" and we proceed to drip some juices (standard g35 and space jam omega are delicious on an igo-w) I buy the juice in 6mg for dripping and 18mg for everything else (i'm trying to quit smoking and 12mg leaves me craving analogs) I also buy my buddy some juice. on the way back home, I ask my "friend" to grab the nimbus cap and he says it's at his house, so I get to his place and I ask him to go grab it for me and he starts coming up with excuses ("my roommate is asleep and she's a bitch", "i have it in a tackle box but also literally all over the apartment") I tell him I think it's shady and he's like "bro, i'll totally get it for you tonight by 7" So i get home and take a 3 hour nap and it's 7. no call. 8. no call. 9. no call. 10. no call. 10:15 he hops on facebook and says he's gonna look for it and i can swing by and grab it. He signs off and I still havent heard from him. I'm at work right now, and the ekowool i just bought for my drippers isn't tasting good. the protank2 I just bought has a metallic smell and taste that the original protank did not. Every juice i put in it is horrible. my igo-w is shot, and now i'm left here with a pack of reds (which i love right now, more than ever.) I'm in a mood where I'm over vaping altogether and I fucking hate it. I just needed to vent, say what you will, anything is appreciated. TL;DR my friend stole a bunch of shit and still wont give me a legit nimbus cap that he owes me, my protank2 is a piece of shit and i hate it and my dripper is shot. now i'm puffing on a marlboro red thinking "fuck it"

electronic_cigarette

t5_2qmlu

t3_1k2ye3

So today started off with a trip to a local B&M to pick up some juices and a drip tip. I went with my "friend" who the day before had "accidentally" taken my igo-l, a bottle of vermillion river e-juice and a few other things. I called him and he said "oh yeah I have those, my bad" and i picked them up last night. I also noticed that I was missing an igo-w deck and my RSST. today when he came over I gave him a chance to "find" my rsst and stuck my head under my bed to "look" for it. (the whole area under my bed is filled with boxes so I was acting like a mime) Lo and behold, he finds the RSST. He had also traded me a Nimbus for an AGA-T (he got it in a 10 pack deal for $30) The thing is, I am in recovery and work at a drug and alcohol treatment center, and the nimbus deck had some weed resin left in there and it had made it's way under the center post. I told him (because he had purchased 2 nimbus') that I'd love it if we could switch out the bottoms, and he agreed. so that night he gave me the new bottom cap and of course! it doesn't fit! the nimbus top cap was too loose. turns out it was an igo-w bottom, which if you recall I was also missing. So now I have everything he stole from me and today we go to the B&M. The guy confirmed it was an igo-w bottom, and my buddy said "oh okay dude I'll get you the other nimbus bottom" and we proceed to drip some juices (standard g35 and space jam omega are delicious on an igo-w) I buy the juice in 6mg for dripping and 18mg for everything else (i'm trying to quit smoking and 12mg leaves me craving analogs) I also buy my buddy some juice. on the way back home, I ask my "friend" to grab the nimbus cap and he says it's at his house, so I get to his place and I ask him to go grab it for me and he starts coming up with excuses ("my roommate is asleep and she's a bitch", "i have it in a tackle box but also literally all over the apartment") I tell him I think it's shady and he's like "bro, i'll totally get it for you tonight by 7" So i get home and take a 3 hour nap and it's 7. no call. 8. no call. 9. no call. 10. no call. 10:15 he hops on facebook and says he's gonna look for it and i can swing by and grab it. He signs off and I still havent heard from him. I'm at work right now, and the ekowool i just bought for my drippers isn't tasting good. the protank2 I just bought has a metallic smell and taste that the original protank did not. Every juice i put in it is horrible. my igo-w is shot, and now i'm left here with a pack of reds (which i love right now, more than ever.) I'm in a mood where I'm over vaping altogether and I fucking hate it. I just needed to vent, say what you will, anything is appreciated.

my friend stole a bunch of shit and still wont give me a legit nimbus cap that he owes me, my protank2 is a piece of shit and i hate it and my dripper is shot. now i'm puffing on a marlboro red thinking "fuck it"

Blazer32195

Me (19) and this girl (18) dated for about a month. During this month I had major depression that affected the relationship very much she didn't know that I was depressed to the point of medication. She just thought I was very shy while she was very outgoing and stuff of that nature. I have got on medication that has really helped me and I have changed alot I started to go out to parties and hang out with my friends more. I was wondering if I should try again with this girl bc she is everything that I want in a women and she seemed to like me alot if ya think I should be try again with her how should I try and do that Tl;Dr Depression ruined my relationship got it under control should I try to get her back.

Me (19) and this girl (18) dated for about a month. During this month I had major depression that affected the relationship very much she didn't know that I was depressed to the point of medication. She just thought I was very shy while she was very outgoing and stuff of that nature. I have got on medication that has really helped me and I have changed alot I started to go out to parties and hang out with my friends more. I was wondering if I should try again with this girl bc she is everything that I want in a women and she seemed to like me alot if ya think I should be try again with her how should I try and do that Tl;Dr Depression ruined my relationship got it under control should I try to get her back.

relationships

t5_2qjvn

t3_2at5d3

Me (19) and this girl (18) dated for about a month. During this month I had major depression that affected the relationship very much she didn't know that I was depressed to the point of medication. She just thought I was very shy while she was very outgoing and stuff of that nature. I have got on medication that has really helped me and I have changed alot I started to go out to parties and hang out with my friends more. I was wondering if I should try again with this girl bc she is everything that I want in a women and she seemed to like me alot if ya think I should be try again with her how should I try and do that

Depression ruined my relationship got it under control should I try to get her back.

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Trying to keep this as brief as possible while still giving enough detail. Our relationship hasn't been good for about 2.5 years. It hasn't been awful, just not great. He suffered a 6 month or so period of depression in which he drank a lot, didn't work, and cried. I paid for everything, worked and went to school full time. It was a lot to hold together for myself, him, us. We decided to move to a different state where he had a job opportunity. He moved 4 month before I did. And even after I moved up, we only saw each other for a day or two every 2-4 weeks. I got lonely asked permission to find a body to fill the void. That only lasted a couple months as the other party developed feelings. An unfortunate series of events end with the BF not having work and sliding into another depression. He ends up getting shitfaced and pees on our bedroom floor. On top of all this, he never holds my hand, buys me flowers, gets me cards/presents for any holidays or even my birthday, etc. He isn't very physically affectionate in general unless he has been drinking. So I break up with him. I love him, but can no longer figure out how to be in a romantic relationship with him. He is devastated. I move out. We stupidly think we can be friends and continue to hang out, each of us is already seeing someone else. Fast forward 2 months. I stop seeing the new person as I realized it's never going to be something serious. I start to miss the good things about my old relationship. Hanging out with the ex, we've been drinking, he kisses me, and it feels like it used to when we first got together. We talk about "dating" and going on adventures instead of hoping right back into our old relationship. We say we'll talk about the things we want to fix, that we need the other person to work on, what we need to work on for our own selves. But now it's 5 months later and nothing has changed. We only went on one "date." We rarely talk about what didn't work before. I find myself being annoyed, frustrated, saddened by all the things that remain the same. He still doesn't have any sort of financial stability and is drinking a lot with his guy friends. I told him I think we really need to break up for a while (but I really mean for good). Nothing's changed. He agrees, but is heartbroken. He texts me a couple days later that he wants to make me dinner and talk. He wants to work on things and fix this, make it work. I seriously don't think it can be fixed. He hasn't worked on anything. I've been trying to work on taking better care of myself. I don't know how to leave. I love him. I hate seeing how much this hurts him. And I feel like I'll be taking everything away from him. He tells me how much he misses me and our girls (the cats). I feel like I'm taking his family from him (he's not American and doesn't have any family in the US). I feel like I've tried talking to him about the problems in our relationship. I've aired my frustrations. And nothing. How do I leave? **tl;dr**: Broke up, felt like I made a mistake, he kissed me, somewhat together again, but think I was right to break up the first time

Trying to keep this as brief as possible while still giving enough detail. Our relationship hasn't been good for about 2.5 years. It hasn't been awful, just not great. He suffered a 6 month or so period of depression in which he drank a lot, didn't work, and cried. I paid for everything, worked and went to school full time. It was a lot to hold together for myself, him, us. We decided to move to a different state where he had a job opportunity. He moved 4 month before I did. And even after I moved up, we only saw each other for a day or two every 2-4 weeks. I got lonely asked permission to find a body to fill the void. That only lasted a couple months as the other party developed feelings. An unfortunate series of events end with the BF not having work and sliding into another depression. He ends up getting shitfaced and pees on our bedroom floor. On top of all this, he never holds my hand, buys me flowers, gets me cards/presents for any holidays or even my birthday, etc. He isn't very physically affectionate in general unless he has been drinking. So I break up with him. I love him, but can no longer figure out how to be in a romantic relationship with him. He is devastated. I move out. We stupidly think we can be friends and continue to hang out, each of us is already seeing someone else. Fast forward 2 months. I stop seeing the new person as I realized it's never going to be something serious. I start to miss the good things about my old relationship. Hanging out with the ex, we've been drinking, he kisses me, and it feels like it used to when we first got together. We talk about "dating" and going on adventures instead of hoping right back into our old relationship. We say we'll talk about the things we want to fix, that we need the other person to work on, what we need to work on for our own selves. But now it's 5 months later and nothing has changed. We only went on one "date." We rarely talk about what didn't work before. I find myself being annoyed, frustrated, saddened by all the things that remain the same. He still doesn't have any sort of financial stability and is drinking a lot with his guy friends. I told him I think we really need to break up for a while (but I really mean for good). Nothing's changed. He agrees, but is heartbroken. He texts me a couple days later that he wants to make me dinner and talk. He wants to work on things and fix this, make it work. I seriously don't think it can be fixed. He hasn't worked on anything. I've been trying to work on taking better care of myself. I don't know how to leave. I love him. I hate seeing how much this hurts him. And I feel like I'll be taking everything away from him. He tells me how much he misses me and our girls (the cats). I feel like I'm taking his family from him (he's not American and doesn't have any family in the US). I feel like I've tried talking to him about the problems in our relationship. I've aired my frustrations. And nothing. How do I leave? tl;dr : Broke up, felt like I made a mistake, he kissed me, somewhat together again, but think I was right to break up the first time

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Trying to keep this as brief as possible while still giving enough detail. Our relationship hasn't been good for about 2.5 years. It hasn't been awful, just not great. He suffered a 6 month or so period of depression in which he drank a lot, didn't work, and cried. I paid for everything, worked and went to school full time. It was a lot to hold together for myself, him, us. We decided to move to a different state where he had a job opportunity. He moved 4 month before I did. And even after I moved up, we only saw each other for a day or two every 2-4 weeks. I got lonely asked permission to find a body to fill the void. That only lasted a couple months as the other party developed feelings. An unfortunate series of events end with the BF not having work and sliding into another depression. He ends up getting shitfaced and pees on our bedroom floor. On top of all this, he never holds my hand, buys me flowers, gets me cards/presents for any holidays or even my birthday, etc. He isn't very physically affectionate in general unless he has been drinking. So I break up with him. I love him, but can no longer figure out how to be in a romantic relationship with him. He is devastated. I move out. We stupidly think we can be friends and continue to hang out, each of us is already seeing someone else. Fast forward 2 months. I stop seeing the new person as I realized it's never going to be something serious. I start to miss the good things about my old relationship. Hanging out with the ex, we've been drinking, he kisses me, and it feels like it used to when we first got together. We talk about "dating" and going on adventures instead of hoping right back into our old relationship. We say we'll talk about the things we want to fix, that we need the other person to work on, what we need to work on for our own selves. But now it's 5 months later and nothing has changed. We only went on one "date." We rarely talk about what didn't work before. I find myself being annoyed, frustrated, saddened by all the things that remain the same. He still doesn't have any sort of financial stability and is drinking a lot with his guy friends. I told him I think we really need to break up for a while (but I really mean for good). Nothing's changed. He agrees, but is heartbroken. He texts me a couple days later that he wants to make me dinner and talk. He wants to work on things and fix this, make it work. I seriously don't think it can be fixed. He hasn't worked on anything. I've been trying to work on taking better care of myself. I don't know how to leave. I love him. I hate seeing how much this hurts him. And I feel like I'll be taking everything away from him. He tells me how much he misses me and our girls (the cats). I feel like I'm taking his family from him (he's not American and doesn't have any family in the US). I feel like I've tried talking to him about the problems in our relationship. I've aired my frustrations. And nothing. How do I leave?

Broke up, felt like I made a mistake, he kissed me, somewhat together again, but think I was right to break up the first time

SaikoGekido

All I wanted to do was get going with an extraordinarily simple task, UV Mapping a cube. A simple cube. [Following this video recommended to me by a friend]( I understand what needs to be done, but I'm fighting with this interface to find the options that the person in the video used shortcuts to do. I can open the UV Editing window, put it into Cycles Render, put it in Edit Mode, but I can't find the Mesh Select Mode so that I can select the edges. Been at this for an hour, and I know that if this is an extremely easy task, then I need to practice some tutorials *specifically* on how this UI works. I don't want to harp on it too much, but it does feel entirely alien to every program I have ever used. Like Bizarro superman programmed this UI, or it was formed from the congealed thoughts of the slumbering Old Gods. **TL:DR;** Is there a good tutorial on learning the Blender interface? EDIT: ~~/u/NeoRoshi 's tips helped a bit, but now I'm stuck on another extremely simple task. I need to get the File Menu back so that I can save and export. I have searched through every view, but after switching off the File Menu, it appears to be gone permanently, unless there is a hidden keyboard shortcut.~~ EDIT 2: Found it inside the Info Header

All I wanted to do was get going with an extraordinarily simple task, UV Mapping a cube. A simple cube. [Following this video recommended to me by a friend]( I understand what needs to be done, but I'm fighting with this interface to find the options that the person in the video used shortcuts to do. I can open the UV Editing window, put it into Cycles Render, put it in Edit Mode, but I can't find the Mesh Select Mode so that I can select the edges. Been at this for an hour, and I know that if this is an extremely easy task, then I need to practice some tutorials specifically on how this UI works. I don't want to harp on it too much, but it does feel entirely alien to every program I have ever used. Like Bizarro superman programmed this UI, or it was formed from the congealed thoughts of the slumbering Old Gods. TL:DR; Is there a good tutorial on learning the Blender interface? EDIT: /u/NeoRoshi 's tips helped a bit, but now I'm stuck on another extremely simple task. I need to get the File Menu back so that I can save and export. I have searched through every view, but after switching off the File Menu, it appears to be gone permanently, unless there is a hidden keyboard shortcut. EDIT 2: Found it inside the Info Header

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All I wanted to do was get going with an extraordinarily simple task, UV Mapping a cube. A simple cube. [Following this video recommended to me by a friend]( I understand what needs to be done, but I'm fighting with this interface to find the options that the person in the video used shortcuts to do. I can open the UV Editing window, put it into Cycles Render, put it in Edit Mode, but I can't find the Mesh Select Mode so that I can select the edges. Been at this for an hour, and I know that if this is an extremely easy task, then I need to practice some tutorials specifically on how this UI works. I don't want to harp on it too much, but it does feel entirely alien to every program I have ever used. Like Bizarro superman programmed this UI, or it was formed from the congealed thoughts of the slumbering Old Gods.

Is there a good tutorial on learning the Blender interface? EDIT: /u/NeoRoshi 's tips helped a bit, but now I'm stuck on another extremely simple task. I need to get the File Menu back so that I can save and export. I have searched through every view, but after switching off the File Menu, it appears to be gone permanently, unless there is a hidden keyboard shortcut. EDIT 2: Found it inside the Info Header

zezebox

^ this is amazing, single biggest upgrade you can do for yourself. However it won't beat out just practicing. These people do drills to maintain and improve their skill and there is no shortcut there. I took an extended hiatus and miss a few season, so when I came back I was nowhere near as good as I had been before. However I got myself an upgrade 60 hz -> 144 hz and man I wish I had one of those babies back when I was playing pre-hiatus. It is worth it to get one, I mean you can use it for like 5 years on every game you have and end up getting in the future. Take the hit on your bank account and get one of these! TLDR Get a 144hz monitor

^ this is amazing, single biggest upgrade you can do for yourself. However it won't beat out just practicing. These people do drills to maintain and improve their skill and there is no shortcut there. I took an extended hiatus and miss a few season, so when I came back I was nowhere near as good as I had been before. However I got myself an upgrade 60 hz -> 144 hz and man I wish I had one of those babies back when I was playing pre-hiatus. It is worth it to get one, I mean you can use it for like 5 years on every game you have and end up getting in the future. Take the hit on your bank account and get one of these! TLDR Get a 144hz monitor

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this is amazing, single biggest upgrade you can do for yourself. However it won't beat out just practicing. These people do drills to maintain and improve their skill and there is no shortcut there. I took an extended hiatus and miss a few season, so when I came back I was nowhere near as good as I had been before. However I got myself an upgrade 60 hz -> 144 hz and man I wish I had one of those babies back when I was playing pre-hiatus. It is worth it to get one, I mean you can use it for like 5 years on every game you have and end up getting in the future. Take the hit on your bank account and get one of these!

Get a 144hz monitor

ioNNNic

I initially left Christianity (for a short time) because of my lack of ability to answer some questions which caused me to doubt in the veracity of the Christian narrative. Once I looked at various perspectives on atheistic and Christian / Deistic answers to these questions I came to the conclusion that Christian answers to these questions are sufficient and rational - they are not inherently **irrational**. These answers alone do not convince me, but they make it plausible - the relationship with Christ then solidifies this plausibility into a trust without reservation in God. I like the quote by Elton Trueblood in which faith is defined. > "Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation." – Elton Trueblood In a way this is semantics, but I think trusting in what you can't know to be true because of what you do know to be true is a bit different than believing in anything without any reason to lead you to that belief. **TL;DR - Apologetics gave me a footing for belief in God - but are not the reason I believe.**

I initially left Christianity (for a short time) because of my lack of ability to answer some questions which caused me to doubt in the veracity of the Christian narrative. Once I looked at various perspectives on atheistic and Christian / Deistic answers to these questions I came to the conclusion that Christian answers to these questions are sufficient and rational - they are not inherently irrational . These answers alone do not convince me, but they make it plausible - the relationship with Christ then solidifies this plausibility into a trust without reservation in God. I like the quote by Elton Trueblood in which faith is defined. > "Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation." – Elton Trueblood In a way this is semantics, but I think trusting in what you can't know to be true because of what you do know to be true is a bit different than believing in anything without any reason to lead you to that belief. TL;DR - Apologetics gave me a footing for belief in God - but are not the reason I believe.

DebateAChristian

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I initially left Christianity (for a short time) because of my lack of ability to answer some questions which caused me to doubt in the veracity of the Christian narrative. Once I looked at various perspectives on atheistic and Christian / Deistic answers to these questions I came to the conclusion that Christian answers to these questions are sufficient and rational - they are not inherently irrational . These answers alone do not convince me, but they make it plausible - the relationship with Christ then solidifies this plausibility into a trust without reservation in God. I like the quote by Elton Trueblood in which faith is defined. > "Faith is not belief without proof, but trust without reservation." – Elton Trueblood In a way this is semantics, but I think trusting in what you can't know to be true because of what you do know to be true is a bit different than believing in anything without any reason to lead you to that belief.

Apologetics gave me a footing for belief in God - but are not the reason I believe.

SirPlus

Actual parent here: I once threw my then 13-year old stepson out of the house (minus his brand-new trainers) for calling his mum a cunt. I ran off after him but he had disappeared. 10 hours later, his dad phoned to say he had arrived safely at his apartment in Edinburgh, Scotland. The kid had hitchhiked 300 miles, barefoot. He returned home after spending six months with his dad, during which he shoplifted and truanted from school. Years later, I disowned him after a string of robberies and assaults were linked to him. He got his girl pregnant so he joined the army but they split up when he went to prison for going AWOL too many times. His mother died two years later and our relationship went into a steep decline ending in his permanent banishment from our home. He burgled the house repeatedly, threatened his brothers and assaulted his father until he finally ended up in prison for beating up his ex's new boyfriend. No matter what he did, his brothers stood by him which made it almost impossible for me to maintain any control over the situation. In desperation, I started to spend more and more time away, assuming that the less I was around, the sooner the situation would return to normal. It didn't. We hadn't spoken in years when I spotted him walking past a cafe I was in with his brothers. I'd just been paid and had given each of them a wad of cash and I wanted to give him his share, no matter what our differences. Before I had a chance to give him his envelope, he turned and stalked away. That was the last I saw of him until recently when we became friends on Facebook. He's in his late twenties now and, while he'll always have a bit of a Viking temperament, he seems to have calmed down enough to invite to my wedding. TL;DR Temper tantrum teen banished and imprisoned after terrorizing family home and community.

Actual parent here: I once threw my then 13-year old stepson out of the house (minus his brand-new trainers) for calling his mum a cunt. I ran off after him but he had disappeared. 10 hours later, his dad phoned to say he had arrived safely at his apartment in Edinburgh, Scotland. The kid had hitchhiked 300 miles, barefoot. He returned home after spending six months with his dad, during which he shoplifted and truanted from school. Years later, I disowned him after a string of robberies and assaults were linked to him. He got his girl pregnant so he joined the army but they split up when he went to prison for going AWOL too many times. His mother died two years later and our relationship went into a steep decline ending in his permanent banishment from our home. He burgled the house repeatedly, threatened his brothers and assaulted his father until he finally ended up in prison for beating up his ex's new boyfriend. No matter what he did, his brothers stood by him which made it almost impossible for me to maintain any control over the situation. In desperation, I started to spend more and more time away, assuming that the less I was around, the sooner the situation would return to normal. It didn't. We hadn't spoken in years when I spotted him walking past a cafe I was in with his brothers. I'd just been paid and had given each of them a wad of cash and I wanted to give him his share, no matter what our differences. Before I had a chance to give him his envelope, he turned and stalked away. That was the last I saw of him until recently when we became friends on Facebook. He's in his late twenties now and, while he'll always have a bit of a Viking temperament, he seems to have calmed down enough to invite to my wedding. TL;DR Temper tantrum teen banished and imprisoned after terrorizing family home and community.

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Actual parent here: I once threw my then 13-year old stepson out of the house (minus his brand-new trainers) for calling his mum a cunt. I ran off after him but he had disappeared. 10 hours later, his dad phoned to say he had arrived safely at his apartment in Edinburgh, Scotland. The kid had hitchhiked 300 miles, barefoot. He returned home after spending six months with his dad, during which he shoplifted and truanted from school. Years later, I disowned him after a string of robberies and assaults were linked to him. He got his girl pregnant so he joined the army but they split up when he went to prison for going AWOL too many times. His mother died two years later and our relationship went into a steep decline ending in his permanent banishment from our home. He burgled the house repeatedly, threatened his brothers and assaulted his father until he finally ended up in prison for beating up his ex's new boyfriend. No matter what he did, his brothers stood by him which made it almost impossible for me to maintain any control over the situation. In desperation, I started to spend more and more time away, assuming that the less I was around, the sooner the situation would return to normal. It didn't. We hadn't spoken in years when I spotted him walking past a cafe I was in with his brothers. I'd just been paid and had given each of them a wad of cash and I wanted to give him his share, no matter what our differences. Before I had a chance to give him his envelope, he turned and stalked away. That was the last I saw of him until recently when we became friends on Facebook. He's in his late twenties now and, while he'll always have a bit of a Viking temperament, he seems to have calmed down enough to invite to my wedding.

Temper tantrum teen banished and imprisoned after terrorizing family home and community.

nightstrike

12 years old when it was decided I needed braces. Mom took me in to have 4 teeth removed a few weeks before they came on - I was not told of this, I had assumed they would just wire me up. The Dentist injected my gums and told me to close my eyes and relax. A few moments later It feels like something is wrenching my teeth. Literally feels like wrenching a nail from warped wood or something. I push his hand away and start clawing my way out of the chair. I'm in full panic mode. The dentist sends for my mom and a few male assistants to hold me down and I run out of the room and into the waiting area to leave the place. One of the assistants just dragged me backwards and I'm yelling "I can still feel it! I can feel you trying to yank my fucking teeth out! Help!" I'm begging at this point as I'm held into place and the dentist starts again. I scream really loudly as he begins on the same tooth and I'm sobbing that I can still feel him trying to yank my tooth out. He ends up giving me another dose of injection and yet I can still feel it. I'm still begging and crying for him to stop - my mom's furious at me and tells him to continue. He apologizes saying he can't give me another anesthetic shot and goes through with removing all 4. I had to be carried out bridal style through the waiting room to the car while I'm quietly crying with gauze in my mouth to tired to walk myself. The way my mom berated me in the car about how everyone waiting in the room was uncomfortable and how a few moms got angry at my mom for not listening to me and making their kids panic and cry too. I had to go back a few weeks later to get my fucking braces. Never experienced such a loss of control in my life until that day and haven't to this day topped it. tldr: panicked and everyone witnessed me lose it.

12 years old when it was decided I needed braces. Mom took me in to have 4 teeth removed a few weeks before they came on - I was not told of this, I had assumed they would just wire me up. The Dentist injected my gums and told me to close my eyes and relax. A few moments later It feels like something is wrenching my teeth. Literally feels like wrenching a nail from warped wood or something. I push his hand away and start clawing my way out of the chair. I'm in full panic mode. The dentist sends for my mom and a few male assistants to hold me down and I run out of the room and into the waiting area to leave the place. One of the assistants just dragged me backwards and I'm yelling "I can still feel it! I can feel you trying to yank my fucking teeth out! Help!" I'm begging at this point as I'm held into place and the dentist starts again. I scream really loudly as he begins on the same tooth and I'm sobbing that I can still feel him trying to yank my tooth out. He ends up giving me another dose of injection and yet I can still feel it. I'm still begging and crying for him to stop - my mom's furious at me and tells him to continue. He apologizes saying he can't give me another anesthetic shot and goes through with removing all 4. I had to be carried out bridal style through the waiting room to the car while I'm quietly crying with gauze in my mouth to tired to walk myself. The way my mom berated me in the car about how everyone waiting in the room was uncomfortable and how a few moms got angry at my mom for not listening to me and making their kids panic and cry too. I had to go back a few weeks later to get my fucking braces. Never experienced such a loss of control in my life until that day and haven't to this day topped it. tldr: panicked and everyone witnessed me lose it.

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12 years old when it was decided I needed braces. Mom took me in to have 4 teeth removed a few weeks before they came on - I was not told of this, I had assumed they would just wire me up. The Dentist injected my gums and told me to close my eyes and relax. A few moments later It feels like something is wrenching my teeth. Literally feels like wrenching a nail from warped wood or something. I push his hand away and start clawing my way out of the chair. I'm in full panic mode. The dentist sends for my mom and a few male assistants to hold me down and I run out of the room and into the waiting area to leave the place. One of the assistants just dragged me backwards and I'm yelling "I can still feel it! I can feel you trying to yank my fucking teeth out! Help!" I'm begging at this point as I'm held into place and the dentist starts again. I scream really loudly as he begins on the same tooth and I'm sobbing that I can still feel him trying to yank my tooth out. He ends up giving me another dose of injection and yet I can still feel it. I'm still begging and crying for him to stop - my mom's furious at me and tells him to continue. He apologizes saying he can't give me another anesthetic shot and goes through with removing all 4. I had to be carried out bridal style through the waiting room to the car while I'm quietly crying with gauze in my mouth to tired to walk myself. The way my mom berated me in the car about how everyone waiting in the room was uncomfortable and how a few moms got angry at my mom for not listening to me and making their kids panic and cry too. I had to go back a few weeks later to get my fucking braces. Never experienced such a loss of control in my life until that day and haven't to this day topped it.

panicked and everyone witnessed me lose it.

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My ex and I were together for a little under 2 years - he was my first boyfriend and our relationship was serious. We were semi-long distance (3 hour drive away) and I was going to eventually move down to him to close the distance. We even had talks of getting married. I was interviewing for jobs in his city but I ended up getting a very good offer in my city that I took (I was on a temp. contract that was going to expire in a few months and I felt like it was the best choice for myself at the time). This meant another year of long distance at least. We weren't perfect. He didn't have much of a filter and his jokes often hurt my feelings. He would tell me that he thought my friends were hot and that he wanted to sleep with them - he would say that I was fat, would tell me that his friend wanted to have sex with me etc. I would cry at least once a week because of his crude words.. I tried to break up with him numerous times but we always ended up getting back together within hours. I was not very nice to him - at times, I would tell him that I deserved better and that I hated him. I remember he once told me that he took his jokes too far but I was straight up mean to him. Our relationship was like a rollercoaster. At times, I would feel so happy and loved and the next minute I would feel depressed and lonely. He was never good at communicating with me. Every time we got into an argument or even a serious discussion about our relationship, he chose to stay quiet and pretend things were fine.. this in turn made me feel even more emotional and made me feel like he was brushing off my feelings and didn’t care. I feel like I was very invested in the relationship. Every second weekend I would hop onto the bus and go down to see him in his city. I spoiled him with affection and gifts. I made him my priority and was always on stand-by for his phone calls.. he was dedicated but not very at the same time. He called me everyday but always right before bed. I remember being sad because he would always want to go to sleep after 5 minutes on the phone with me while I had been looking forward to talking to him the whole day. We skyped/video called maybe less than 10 times. He told me he hated talking on the phone but that was all we had going for us.. He always had something else he wanted to do whether it’d be playing games, going out with his friends and etc. He only met my friends twice. I remembered buying at least three tickets to events with me and my friends and he would always back out last minute. In the end, I always told my friends that I was tired and wanted to stay in to cover up for him. He also never prepared any gifts for special occasions in advance for me. His gifts were always last minute (the day before or the day of.. or even 2 months after) and I feel like he only got them for me because he knew I would be sad. In the heat of the moment 6 months ago, I broke up with him. This was two weeks after I accepted the job in my city and also weeks after I found out that he did cocaine at the beginning of our relationship. I felt blindsighted that he decided to drop this big bomb about doing cocaine when the entire time he acted like he was completely against drugs. At the time he also decided to start a MLM company which I did not support. I remember feeling like I didnt even know who he was anymore. At this point, my reason for breaking up with him was because our values and goals were not lining up. I tried to talk to him that night about the insecurities I had about our relationship and where it was heading. He kept brushing me off and saying that we were fine and then just straight up changing the subject. At that point, I had had enough and I broke up with him. Not one hour later, he went to the bar and met a new girl who he started dating the next day but he told me to give him time to think about us. I felt gutted. He even told me that I was just one of the 30 girls he slept with but this new girl was actually special to him. It was so confusing. He continued to call me to tell me that he loved me but that this new girl was so hot and that she was 100 times better than me. Within a week, he told me he was going to pursue her and that he didnt want to lead me on. But for weeks after, he kept calling me to tell me how wonderful she was but that he still loved me. Just last week he called to tell me that he is in love with her. I feel inadequate and broken. I am not overweight or even ugly but I feel like the most undesirable person on earth. I keep comparing myself to her and I feel so low. He treats her exactly how I wanted to be treated by him. Illogically, I feel like I wasn’t good enough for him and that is why he never showed me the love he is showing her. I hate that she stepped into the shoes I left and is getting everything I ever wanted. He told me he talks on the phone with her for an hour every night. I couldn’t even get 5 minutes out of him while we were together. He is in a relationship with her on Facebook.. he once told me that he thought it was stupid and refused to do the same with me. He introduced her to all of his friends.. I only got to know them after over a year together with him. How do I get over him and feel better about myself? I keep obsessing on the fact that I am not good enough and will never compare to her. Its not like I even want to get back with him after all of the toxic things he said to hurt me. I get nightmares from time to time and its always about him choosing her over me and I always wake up so distraught. Have you guys ever been in this situation where your ex treats their new s/o so much better than they did you? How do I stop obsessing over it and stop it from lowering my self worth? --- **tl;dr**: Broke up with my ex 6 months ago. He moved on immediately and compared me to his new girl numerous times. I feel broken, emotionally scarred and that I was never good enough for him. I don’t know how to feel better about myself.

My ex and I were together for a little under 2 years - he was my first boyfriend and our relationship was serious. We were semi-long distance (3 hour drive away) and I was going to eventually move down to him to close the distance. We even had talks of getting married. I was interviewing for jobs in his city but I ended up getting a very good offer in my city that I took (I was on a temp. contract that was going to expire in a few months and I felt like it was the best choice for myself at the time). This meant another year of long distance at least. We weren't perfect. He didn't have much of a filter and his jokes often hurt my feelings. He would tell me that he thought my friends were hot and that he wanted to sleep with them - he would say that I was fat, would tell me that his friend wanted to have sex with me etc. I would cry at least once a week because of his crude words.. I tried to break up with him numerous times but we always ended up getting back together within hours. I was not very nice to him - at times, I would tell him that I deserved better and that I hated him. I remember he once told me that he took his jokes too far but I was straight up mean to him. Our relationship was like a rollercoaster. At times, I would feel so happy and loved and the next minute I would feel depressed and lonely. He was never good at communicating with me. Every time we got into an argument or even a serious discussion about our relationship, he chose to stay quiet and pretend things were fine.. this in turn made me feel even more emotional and made me feel like he was brushing off my feelings and didn’t care. I feel like I was very invested in the relationship. Every second weekend I would hop onto the bus and go down to see him in his city. I spoiled him with affection and gifts. I made him my priority and was always on stand-by for his phone calls.. he was dedicated but not very at the same time. He called me everyday but always right before bed. I remember being sad because he would always want to go to sleep after 5 minutes on the phone with me while I had been looking forward to talking to him the whole day. We skyped/video called maybe less than 10 times. He told me he hated talking on the phone but that was all we had going for us.. He always had something else he wanted to do whether it’d be playing games, going out with his friends and etc. He only met my friends twice. I remembered buying at least three tickets to events with me and my friends and he would always back out last minute. In the end, I always told my friends that I was tired and wanted to stay in to cover up for him. He also never prepared any gifts for special occasions in advance for me. His gifts were always last minute (the day before or the day of.. or even 2 months after) and I feel like he only got them for me because he knew I would be sad. In the heat of the moment 6 months ago, I broke up with him. This was two weeks after I accepted the job in my city and also weeks after I found out that he did cocaine at the beginning of our relationship. I felt blindsighted that he decided to drop this big bomb about doing cocaine when the entire time he acted like he was completely against drugs. At the time he also decided to start a MLM company which I did not support. I remember feeling like I didnt even know who he was anymore. At this point, my reason for breaking up with him was because our values and goals were not lining up. I tried to talk to him that night about the insecurities I had about our relationship and where it was heading. He kept brushing me off and saying that we were fine and then just straight up changing the subject. At that point, I had had enough and I broke up with him. Not one hour later, he went to the bar and met a new girl who he started dating the next day but he told me to give him time to think about us. I felt gutted. He even told me that I was just one of the 30 girls he slept with but this new girl was actually special to him. It was so confusing. He continued to call me to tell me that he loved me but that this new girl was so hot and that she was 100 times better than me. Within a week, he told me he was going to pursue her and that he didnt want to lead me on. But for weeks after, he kept calling me to tell me how wonderful she was but that he still loved me. Just last week he called to tell me that he is in love with her. I feel inadequate and broken. I am not overweight or even ugly but I feel like the most undesirable person on earth. I keep comparing myself to her and I feel so low. He treats her exactly how I wanted to be treated by him. Illogically, I feel like I wasn’t good enough for him and that is why he never showed me the love he is showing her. I hate that she stepped into the shoes I left and is getting everything I ever wanted. He told me he talks on the phone with her for an hour every night. I couldn’t even get 5 minutes out of him while we were together. He is in a relationship with her on Facebook.. he once told me that he thought it was stupid and refused to do the same with me. He introduced her to all of his friends.. I only got to know them after over a year together with him. How do I get over him and feel better about myself? I keep obsessing on the fact that I am not good enough and will never compare to her. Its not like I even want to get back with him after all of the toxic things he said to hurt me. I get nightmares from time to time and its always about him choosing her over me and I always wake up so distraught. Have you guys ever been in this situation where your ex treats their new s/o so much better than they did you? How do I stop obsessing over it and stop it from lowering my self worth? tl;dr : Broke up with my ex 6 months ago. He moved on immediately and compared me to his new girl numerous times. I feel broken, emotionally scarred and that I was never good enough for him. I don’t know how to feel better about myself.

relationships

t5_2qjvn

t3_51jqsc

My ex and I were together for a little under 2 years - he was my first boyfriend and our relationship was serious. We were semi-long distance (3 hour drive away) and I was going to eventually move down to him to close the distance. We even had talks of getting married. I was interviewing for jobs in his city but I ended up getting a very good offer in my city that I took (I was on a temp. contract that was going to expire in a few months and I felt like it was the best choice for myself at the time). This meant another year of long distance at least. We weren't perfect. He didn't have much of a filter and his jokes often hurt my feelings. He would tell me that he thought my friends were hot and that he wanted to sleep with them - he would say that I was fat, would tell me that his friend wanted to have sex with me etc. I would cry at least once a week because of his crude words.. I tried to break up with him numerous times but we always ended up getting back together within hours. I was not very nice to him - at times, I would tell him that I deserved better and that I hated him. I remember he once told me that he took his jokes too far but I was straight up mean to him. Our relationship was like a rollercoaster. At times, I would feel so happy and loved and the next minute I would feel depressed and lonely. He was never good at communicating with me. Every time we got into an argument or even a serious discussion about our relationship, he chose to stay quiet and pretend things were fine.. this in turn made me feel even more emotional and made me feel like he was brushing off my feelings and didn’t care. I feel like I was very invested in the relationship. Every second weekend I would hop onto the bus and go down to see him in his city. I spoiled him with affection and gifts. I made him my priority and was always on stand-by for his phone calls.. he was dedicated but not very at the same time. He called me everyday but always right before bed. I remember being sad because he would always want to go to sleep after 5 minutes on the phone with me while I had been looking forward to talking to him the whole day. We skyped/video called maybe less than 10 times. He told me he hated talking on the phone but that was all we had going for us.. He always had something else he wanted to do whether it’d be playing games, going out with his friends and etc. He only met my friends twice. I remembered buying at least three tickets to events with me and my friends and he would always back out last minute. In the end, I always told my friends that I was tired and wanted to stay in to cover up for him. He also never prepared any gifts for special occasions in advance for me. His gifts were always last minute (the day before or the day of.. or even 2 months after) and I feel like he only got them for me because he knew I would be sad. In the heat of the moment 6 months ago, I broke up with him. This was two weeks after I accepted the job in my city and also weeks after I found out that he did cocaine at the beginning of our relationship. I felt blindsighted that he decided to drop this big bomb about doing cocaine when the entire time he acted like he was completely against drugs. At the time he also decided to start a MLM company which I did not support. I remember feeling like I didnt even know who he was anymore. At this point, my reason for breaking up with him was because our values and goals were not lining up. I tried to talk to him that night about the insecurities I had about our relationship and where it was heading. He kept brushing me off and saying that we were fine and then just straight up changing the subject. At that point, I had had enough and I broke up with him. Not one hour later, he went to the bar and met a new girl who he started dating the next day but he told me to give him time to think about us. I felt gutted. He even told me that I was just one of the 30 girls he slept with but this new girl was actually special to him. It was so confusing. He continued to call me to tell me that he loved me but that this new girl was so hot and that she was 100 times better than me. Within a week, he told me he was going to pursue her and that he didnt want to lead me on. But for weeks after, he kept calling me to tell me how wonderful she was but that he still loved me. Just last week he called to tell me that he is in love with her. I feel inadequate and broken. I am not overweight or even ugly but I feel like the most undesirable person on earth. I keep comparing myself to her and I feel so low. He treats her exactly how I wanted to be treated by him. Illogically, I feel like I wasn’t good enough for him and that is why he never showed me the love he is showing her. I hate that she stepped into the shoes I left and is getting everything I ever wanted. He told me he talks on the phone with her for an hour every night. I couldn’t even get 5 minutes out of him while we were together. He is in a relationship with her on Facebook.. he once told me that he thought it was stupid and refused to do the same with me. He introduced her to all of his friends.. I only got to know them after over a year together with him. How do I get over him and feel better about myself? I keep obsessing on the fact that I am not good enough and will never compare to her. Its not like I even want to get back with him after all of the toxic things he said to hurt me. I get nightmares from time to time and its always about him choosing her over me and I always wake up so distraught. Have you guys ever been in this situation where your ex treats their new s/o so much better than they did you? How do I stop obsessing over it and stop it from lowering my self worth?

Broke up with my ex 6 months ago. He moved on immediately and compared me to his new girl numerous times. I feel broken, emotionally scarred and that I was never good enough for him. I don’t know how to feel better about myself.

BorisAcornKing

Iirc our laws are such that if he had worded it 'bastard son' instead, it would have been fine. He's having the State execute his will, and the state is covering their ass by not discriminating based on race. He was perfectly in his rights to distribute in this manner while he was alive. At least that's how I understand it. Tl;Dr: don't write superfluous nonsense in your will if you want it followed to the letter.

Iirc our laws are such that if he had worded it 'bastard son' instead, it would have been fine. He's having the State execute his will, and the state is covering their ass by not discriminating based on race. He was perfectly in his rights to distribute in this manner while he was alive. At least that's how I understand it. Tl;Dr: don't write superfluous nonsense in your will if you want it followed to the letter.

worldnews

t5_2qh13

co6rypf

Iirc our laws are such that if he had worded it 'bastard son' instead, it would have been fine. He's having the State execute his will, and the state is covering their ass by not discriminating based on race. He was perfectly in his rights to distribute in this manner while he was alive. At least that's how I understand it.

don't write superfluous nonsense in your will if you want it followed to the letter.

guancialle

They took it off the store because the devs blatantly lied about what was in the game, they said there was a huge map with space like 100 x 100 km (I'm making that up) and there was actually like a 300 x 300 km map there were many many other things but ill skip them, the customer support randomly banned people with no reason, yes yu read that right this isn't a situation with people hacking or bad mouthing anyone, this is a situation of avid players who prerelease bought it and suddenly are being banned, when they ask why the customer support won't say. They also will not give refunds, they also copied parts from other games. They also said the game was done when infact when it was available it was no where near a complete game. This isn't a instance of Mac vs. pc at all. There is no one on the warz side except the creators. You may think this is just some people getting mad at little things but the truth is that **tl;dr** 1. this game is not even close the complete 2. The game has several aspects copied from other games 3. The customer support is horrible, not like eb games horrible but in there own way, they bann people with no reason, they refuse to refund people, they ban anyone that has ever said anything bad about the game. And 4. Valve removed the game from steam so if you don't believe reddit then at least take valves word for it

They took it off the store because the devs blatantly lied about what was in the game, they said there was a huge map with space like 100 x 100 km (I'm making that up) and there was actually like a 300 x 300 km map there were many many other things but ill skip them, the customer support randomly banned people with no reason, yes yu read that right this isn't a situation with people hacking or bad mouthing anyone, this is a situation of avid players who prerelease bought it and suddenly are being banned, when they ask why the customer support won't say. They also will not give refunds, they also copied parts from other games. They also said the game was done when infact when it was available it was no where near a complete game. This isn't a instance of Mac vs. pc at all. There is no one on the warz side except the creators. You may think this is just some people getting mad at little things but the truth is that tl;dr 1. this game is not even close the complete 2. The game has several aspects copied from other games 3. The customer support is horrible, not like eb games horrible but in there own way, they bann people with no reason, they refuse to refund people, they ban anyone that has ever said anything bad about the game. And 4. Valve removed the game from steam so if you don't believe reddit then at least take valves word for it

SteamGameSwap

t5_2skv6

c7q0jkz

They took it off the store because the devs blatantly lied about what was in the game, they said there was a huge map with space like 100 x 100 km (I'm making that up) and there was actually like a 300 x 300 km map there were many many other things but ill skip them, the customer support randomly banned people with no reason, yes yu read that right this isn't a situation with people hacking or bad mouthing anyone, this is a situation of avid players who prerelease bought it and suddenly are being banned, when they ask why the customer support won't say. They also will not give refunds, they also copied parts from other games. They also said the game was done when infact when it was available it was no where near a complete game. This isn't a instance of Mac vs. pc at all. There is no one on the warz side except the creators. You may think this is just some people getting mad at little things but the truth is that

1. this game is not even close the complete 2. The game has several aspects copied from other games 3. The customer support is horrible, not like eb games horrible but in there own way, they bann people with no reason, they refuse to refund people, they ban anyone that has ever said anything bad about the game. And 4. Valve removed the game from steam so if you don't believe reddit then at least take valves word for it

Id10t3qu3

I'm finishing up my undergraduate degree, and I have to say that the majority of my classes have been fantastic. This semester, though, I was required to take a senior seminar in my major. This class was a great idea, in some ways, as it brought together all the kids in this program, most of whom I already knew and was friends with. However, the material itself consisted of reading multiple lengthy and dense articles for every class. No big deal, it's college and this is our capstone class, and so forth. After about two weeks, some of the other kids in the class and I are talking, and we all discover the same thing. The readings were very complicated, and so when we went to debate about certain points in the articles in class, there was often confusion about if someone was accurately portraying the position of the article when they argued against it. The professor hadn't given any clarifying remarks whatsoever, and thus we were all a bit lost. So, next class, right as things start out, I raise my hand and say, "Hey, could we spend just a minute or two summarizing the articles for today so we're all on the same page?" The professor said, "Sure, alright, now class, who wants to explain to Id10t3qu3 what the article was about?" This wound up occurring every class all semester, the professor adopting a condescending tone and saying, "Alright, it's Id10t3qu3-time, who wants to explain the article to him today?" If I said that I understood the article, she would say, "Oh, but are you sure? We don't want you falling behind?" Other kids in the class said this made them completely uncomfortable, and she would also write pretty sarcastic comments on my papers ("Should we have explained this in class?"). In the end, everyone in the class kind of rallied against her, which was nice, but God, get some professionalism. TL;DR: My professor treated me all semester like I was too stupid to understand the readings.

I'm finishing up my undergraduate degree, and I have to say that the majority of my classes have been fantastic. This semester, though, I was required to take a senior seminar in my major. This class was a great idea, in some ways, as it brought together all the kids in this program, most of whom I already knew and was friends with. However, the material itself consisted of reading multiple lengthy and dense articles for every class. No big deal, it's college and this is our capstone class, and so forth. After about two weeks, some of the other kids in the class and I are talking, and we all discover the same thing. The readings were very complicated, and so when we went to debate about certain points in the articles in class, there was often confusion about if someone was accurately portraying the position of the article when they argued against it. The professor hadn't given any clarifying remarks whatsoever, and thus we were all a bit lost. So, next class, right as things start out, I raise my hand and say, "Hey, could we spend just a minute or two summarizing the articles for today so we're all on the same page?" The professor said, "Sure, alright, now class, who wants to explain to Id10t3qu3 what the article was about?" This wound up occurring every class all semester, the professor adopting a condescending tone and saying, "Alright, it's Id10t3qu3-time, who wants to explain the article to him today?" If I said that I understood the article, she would say, "Oh, but are you sure? We don't want you falling behind?" Other kids in the class said this made them completely uncomfortable, and she would also write pretty sarcastic comments on my papers ("Should we have explained this in class?"). In the end, everyone in the class kind of rallied against her, which was nice, but God, get some professionalism. TL;DR: My professor treated me all semester like I was too stupid to understand the readings.

AskReddit

t5_2qh1i

c382z5w

I'm finishing up my undergraduate degree, and I have to say that the majority of my classes have been fantastic. This semester, though, I was required to take a senior seminar in my major. This class was a great idea, in some ways, as it brought together all the kids in this program, most of whom I already knew and was friends with. However, the material itself consisted of reading multiple lengthy and dense articles for every class. No big deal, it's college and this is our capstone class, and so forth. After about two weeks, some of the other kids in the class and I are talking, and we all discover the same thing. The readings were very complicated, and so when we went to debate about certain points in the articles in class, there was often confusion about if someone was accurately portraying the position of the article when they argued against it. The professor hadn't given any clarifying remarks whatsoever, and thus we were all a bit lost. So, next class, right as things start out, I raise my hand and say, "Hey, could we spend just a minute or two summarizing the articles for today so we're all on the same page?" The professor said, "Sure, alright, now class, who wants to explain to Id10t3qu3 what the article was about?" This wound up occurring every class all semester, the professor adopting a condescending tone and saying, "Alright, it's Id10t3qu3-time, who wants to explain the article to him today?" If I said that I understood the article, she would say, "Oh, but are you sure? We don't want you falling behind?" Other kids in the class said this made them completely uncomfortable, and she would also write pretty sarcastic comments on my papers ("Should we have explained this in class?"). In the end, everyone in the class kind of rallied against her, which was nice, but God, get some professionalism.

My professor treated me all semester like I was too stupid to understand the readings.

[deleted]

Alright Reddit, I come to you with a pretty long story.. My girlfriends family lives in another country than mine. She moved here about 2 years ago, but visits her family over the summer. Since we've been together since September, this was the first summer she left to go to her home country with us being in a relationship. The thing is though, I'm pretty jealous. She told me all these stories about how she was going out with her old friends again and how much fun she was having at the club. I was happy she was happy, but I got pretty jealous as well. She's very naive, and from her stories alone I could tell some of her 'friends' we're definitely into her. So I get jealous and some arguments ensue. She feels guilty even though she's isn't doing anything I feel insecure. At the end of every argument we make up. We maybe had 4 of these arguments. So after 2 months I come over. Couldn't come any earlier thanks to school. we meet at the airport and things are great. We talk so much, have a lot of fun and the sex was great. Half a week in we were sitting on the couch and she was browsing facebook. Suddenly a message pops up from her best friend asking about how were doing. She clicks it away and I get curious. Later that night were watching a movie on her laptop and she falls asleep. Being too curious I stupidly open her facebook and check for the message. She replied saying were all good and we've sorted things out. Even though I know snooping only brings trouble, I scroll up a bit. There I read, a week before I got there, how she was telling her best friend how she was snapchatting with John and got butterflies. He apparently asked for drinks, in a friends way, and she said she was hoping he'd ask that. I'm heartbroken. The next day I subtly ask her if she still has feelings for him, and she tells me no. Now John is her ex. They dated for a bit but then they broke it off. This several months before we met. I'm okay with her talking to her ex, since I still talk to mine. Truth is she did ask me if I was okay with her going for drinks to catch up with him. I don't know what to do reddit. I love this girl, but if I confront her about it she'll probably break up because of my trust issues, or the relationship will be poisoned. I can't break up with her either since I'm still here for a week and a half and can't afford an hotel. I keep telling myself she only felt those things because of the fights, but this is just a lame excuse ofcourse. I'm 100% sure she hasn't cheated on me Tl;dr: my gf said to her best friend in private she felt butterflies after snapchatting with her ex

Alright Reddit, I come to you with a pretty long story.. My girlfriends family lives in another country than mine. She moved here about 2 years ago, but visits her family over the summer. Since we've been together since September, this was the first summer she left to go to her home country with us being in a relationship. The thing is though, I'm pretty jealous. She told me all these stories about how she was going out with her old friends again and how much fun she was having at the club. I was happy she was happy, but I got pretty jealous as well. She's very naive, and from her stories alone I could tell some of her 'friends' we're definitely into her. So I get jealous and some arguments ensue. She feels guilty even though she's isn't doing anything I feel insecure. At the end of every argument we make up. We maybe had 4 of these arguments. So after 2 months I come over. Couldn't come any earlier thanks to school. we meet at the airport and things are great. We talk so much, have a lot of fun and the sex was great. Half a week in we were sitting on the couch and she was browsing facebook. Suddenly a message pops up from her best friend asking about how were doing. She clicks it away and I get curious. Later that night were watching a movie on her laptop and she falls asleep. Being too curious I stupidly open her facebook and check for the message. She replied saying were all good and we've sorted things out. Even though I know snooping only brings trouble, I scroll up a bit. There I read, a week before I got there, how she was telling her best friend how she was snapchatting with John and got butterflies. He apparently asked for drinks, in a friends way, and she said she was hoping he'd ask that. I'm heartbroken. The next day I subtly ask her if she still has feelings for him, and she tells me no. Now John is her ex. They dated for a bit but then they broke it off. This several months before we met. I'm okay with her talking to her ex, since I still talk to mine. Truth is she did ask me if I was okay with her going for drinks to catch up with him. I don't know what to do reddit. I love this girl, but if I confront her about it she'll probably break up because of my trust issues, or the relationship will be poisoned. I can't break up with her either since I'm still here for a week and a half and can't afford an hotel. I keep telling myself she only felt those things because of the fights, but this is just a lame excuse ofcourse. I'm 100% sure she hasn't cheated on me Tl;dr: my gf said to her best friend in private she felt butterflies after snapchatting with her ex

relationships

t5_2qjvn

t3_3dc8uo

Alright Reddit, I come to you with a pretty long story.. My girlfriends family lives in another country than mine. She moved here about 2 years ago, but visits her family over the summer. Since we've been together since September, this was the first summer she left to go to her home country with us being in a relationship. The thing is though, I'm pretty jealous. She told me all these stories about how she was going out with her old friends again and how much fun she was having at the club. I was happy she was happy, but I got pretty jealous as well. She's very naive, and from her stories alone I could tell some of her 'friends' we're definitely into her. So I get jealous and some arguments ensue. She feels guilty even though she's isn't doing anything I feel insecure. At the end of every argument we make up. We maybe had 4 of these arguments. So after 2 months I come over. Couldn't come any earlier thanks to school. we meet at the airport and things are great. We talk so much, have a lot of fun and the sex was great. Half a week in we were sitting on the couch and she was browsing facebook. Suddenly a message pops up from her best friend asking about how were doing. She clicks it away and I get curious. Later that night were watching a movie on her laptop and she falls asleep. Being too curious I stupidly open her facebook and check for the message. She replied saying were all good and we've sorted things out. Even though I know snooping only brings trouble, I scroll up a bit. There I read, a week before I got there, how she was telling her best friend how she was snapchatting with John and got butterflies. He apparently asked for drinks, in a friends way, and she said she was hoping he'd ask that. I'm heartbroken. The next day I subtly ask her if she still has feelings for him, and she tells me no. Now John is her ex. They dated for a bit but then they broke it off. This several months before we met. I'm okay with her talking to her ex, since I still talk to mine. Truth is she did ask me if I was okay with her going for drinks to catch up with him. I don't know what to do reddit. I love this girl, but if I confront her about it she'll probably break up because of my trust issues, or the relationship will be poisoned. I can't break up with her either since I'm still here for a week and a half and can't afford an hotel. I keep telling myself she only felt those things because of the fights, but this is just a lame excuse ofcourse. I'm 100% sure she hasn't cheated on me

my gf said to her best friend in private she felt butterflies after snapchatting with her ex

Icelock

By stock I mean as you got it from the manufacturer. No upgrades and no aftermarket parts. While there may not be a ton of shotguns I certainly don't see the problem with a reduced tube size. It can be factored into the sport. I also think it would be neat if you had to compete with regular off the shelf stuff like Winchester White Box or Remington UMC. I think it would be fun to just go compete with your bone stock M&P9, Mossberg 930, and Mini 14. I feel like it would take away a lot of the fear for people needing to have spent $5000 bucks and learning to reload to be able to compete. TL;DR - Totally stock firearms, off the shelf ammo, and a ton of fun!

By stock I mean as you got it from the manufacturer. No upgrades and no aftermarket parts. While there may not be a ton of shotguns I certainly don't see the problem with a reduced tube size. It can be factored into the sport. I also think it would be neat if you had to compete with regular off the shelf stuff like Winchester White Box or Remington UMC. I think it would be fun to just go compete with your bone stock M&P9, Mossberg 930, and Mini 14. I feel like it would take away a lot of the fear for people needing to have spent $5000 bucks and learning to reload to be able to compete. TL;DR - Totally stock firearms, off the shelf ammo, and a ton of fun!

NYguns

t5_31goy

cig1oub

By stock I mean as you got it from the manufacturer. No upgrades and no aftermarket parts. While there may not be a ton of shotguns I certainly don't see the problem with a reduced tube size. It can be factored into the sport. I also think it would be neat if you had to compete with regular off the shelf stuff like Winchester White Box or Remington UMC. I think it would be fun to just go compete with your bone stock M&P9, Mossberg 930, and Mini 14. I feel like it would take away a lot of the fear for people needing to have spent $5000 bucks and learning to reload to be able to compete.

Totally stock firearms, off the shelf ammo, and a ton of fun!

sexdrugsandponies

The word "neckbeard" is not nearly as offensive as "slut" or "cunt", and by no means is "fattie" used to discriminate mainly against males. See [this thread]( for some lovely examples. At the time of posting, [this comment]( has 963 points. Obviously I agree with the principles of gender equality, but to suggest that men face the same issues as women online is entirely ridiculous. For example, every time a woman posts a picture of something where she *just so happens to appear in the picture*, that ridiculous image of "men vs women posting a photo of something" is inevitably the top comment. Every time a photo of an [attractive woman]( is posted, it's upvoted to the heavens and the top comments [are]( [always]( [creepy]( [as]( [shit]( Face it, reddit is a horrible place to be if you're a minority. tl;dr: stop whining.

The word "neckbeard" is not nearly as offensive as "slut" or "cunt", and by no means is "fattie" used to discriminate mainly against males. See [this thread]( for some lovely examples. At the time of posting, [this comment]( has 963 points. Obviously I agree with the principles of gender equality, but to suggest that men face the same issues as women online is entirely ridiculous. For example, every time a woman posts a picture of something where she just so happens to appear in the picture , that ridiculous image of "men vs women posting a photo of something" is inevitably the top comment. Every time a photo of an [attractive woman]( is posted, it's upvoted to the heavens and the top comments [are]( [always]( [creepy]( [as]( [shit]( Face it, reddit is a horrible place to be if you're a minority. tl;dr: stop whining.

AskReddit

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The word "neckbeard" is not nearly as offensive as "slut" or "cunt", and by no means is "fattie" used to discriminate mainly against males. See [this thread]( for some lovely examples. At the time of posting, [this comment]( has 963 points. Obviously I agree with the principles of gender equality, but to suggest that men face the same issues as women online is entirely ridiculous. For example, every time a woman posts a picture of something where she just so happens to appear in the picture , that ridiculous image of "men vs women posting a photo of something" is inevitably the top comment. Every time a photo of an [attractive woman]( is posted, it's upvoted to the heavens and the top comments [are]( [always]( [creepy]( [as]( [shit]( Face it, reddit is a horrible place to be if you're a minority.

stop whining.

throw2away2222

Ok so here's the thing, I know what I'm about to tell you is a serious character flaw on my end. I really want to better myself for the future, so please don't yell at me, I know it's all on me. But I seriously need some help. So when I was a freshman I studied abroad for the entire year (unusual I know). There I met my now ex-girlfriend. For the first part of the year she was dating someone else (not a problem for me later). Additionally, there was a guy, let's call him Adam, who lived in my suite. He was cool, had an accent, was good looking, etc. very popular with the girls. He was friends with my ex's boyfriend. My ex and her boyfriend break up and I start to see this girl try to get with a one or two guys, pretty openly, when we'd all go to a club or something. Eventually I learned she had sex with Adam. Obviously, at the time I didn't think anything of it. Towards the end of the year me and my ex began to hook up, and eventually after about a year of off and on hooking up, feelings developed and we dated. So here's the part where I tell you the part of me I don't like. Looking back, thinking about her with Adam, or seeing Adam at a party, or seeing her talk to Adam made me very upset. Being with her was very intimate and it really freaked me out thinking that this guy, who was kinda douchey and definitely didn't help my self esteem when I was around him, got to be with her. Now let me say that I'm not dumb. I know that any girl I date and the woman I'll marry someday will all have had sex with someone else. I understand. Everyone, man or woman, should have sex if they want to. But the thing is I don't want to know about my partner's past. They can do whatever they want, I just don't want to know. Now in retrospect I started to think about things like "was I two doors down while it happened?", "was I just her second or third choice?". It makes me feel like a chump. While we were dating two years had passed since that time, more than enough time to let things go. I tried really hard not to think about it, but sometimes I just couldn't help it, and if I saw Adam I would get upset (not visibly, and I didn't vocalize it, I'm not like, vengeful or anything) We've since broke up for different reasons and I'm trying to work through those feelings as well. What can I do? How can I overcome this flaw? **TL;DR I'm a jealous person. I don't want to be. Help?**

Ok so here's the thing, I know what I'm about to tell you is a serious character flaw on my end. I really want to better myself for the future, so please don't yell at me, I know it's all on me. But I seriously need some help. So when I was a freshman I studied abroad for the entire year (unusual I know). There I met my now ex-girlfriend. For the first part of the year she was dating someone else (not a problem for me later). Additionally, there was a guy, let's call him Adam, who lived in my suite. He was cool, had an accent, was good looking, etc. very popular with the girls. He was friends with my ex's boyfriend. My ex and her boyfriend break up and I start to see this girl try to get with a one or two guys, pretty openly, when we'd all go to a club or something. Eventually I learned she had sex with Adam. Obviously, at the time I didn't think anything of it. Towards the end of the year me and my ex began to hook up, and eventually after about a year of off and on hooking up, feelings developed and we dated. So here's the part where I tell you the part of me I don't like. Looking back, thinking about her with Adam, or seeing Adam at a party, or seeing her talk to Adam made me very upset. Being with her was very intimate and it really freaked me out thinking that this guy, who was kinda douchey and definitely didn't help my self esteem when I was around him, got to be with her. Now let me say that I'm not dumb. I know that any girl I date and the woman I'll marry someday will all have had sex with someone else. I understand. Everyone, man or woman, should have sex if they want to. But the thing is I don't want to know about my partner's past. They can do whatever they want, I just don't want to know. Now in retrospect I started to think about things like "was I two doors down while it happened?", "was I just her second or third choice?". It makes me feel like a chump. While we were dating two years had passed since that time, more than enough time to let things go. I tried really hard not to think about it, but sometimes I just couldn't help it, and if I saw Adam I would get upset (not visibly, and I didn't vocalize it, I'm not like, vengeful or anything) We've since broke up for different reasons and I'm trying to work through those feelings as well. What can I do? How can I overcome this flaw? TL;DR I'm a jealous person. I don't want to be. Help?

relationships

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t3_3tydne

Ok so here's the thing, I know what I'm about to tell you is a serious character flaw on my end. I really want to better myself for the future, so please don't yell at me, I know it's all on me. But I seriously need some help. So when I was a freshman I studied abroad for the entire year (unusual I know). There I met my now ex-girlfriend. For the first part of the year she was dating someone else (not a problem for me later). Additionally, there was a guy, let's call him Adam, who lived in my suite. He was cool, had an accent, was good looking, etc. very popular with the girls. He was friends with my ex's boyfriend. My ex and her boyfriend break up and I start to see this girl try to get with a one or two guys, pretty openly, when we'd all go to a club or something. Eventually I learned she had sex with Adam. Obviously, at the time I didn't think anything of it. Towards the end of the year me and my ex began to hook up, and eventually after about a year of off and on hooking up, feelings developed and we dated. So here's the part where I tell you the part of me I don't like. Looking back, thinking about her with Adam, or seeing Adam at a party, or seeing her talk to Adam made me very upset. Being with her was very intimate and it really freaked me out thinking that this guy, who was kinda douchey and definitely didn't help my self esteem when I was around him, got to be with her. Now let me say that I'm not dumb. I know that any girl I date and the woman I'll marry someday will all have had sex with someone else. I understand. Everyone, man or woman, should have sex if they want to. But the thing is I don't want to know about my partner's past. They can do whatever they want, I just don't want to know. Now in retrospect I started to think about things like "was I two doors down while it happened?", "was I just her second or third choice?". It makes me feel like a chump. While we were dating two years had passed since that time, more than enough time to let things go. I tried really hard not to think about it, but sometimes I just couldn't help it, and if I saw Adam I would get upset (not visibly, and I didn't vocalize it, I'm not like, vengeful or anything) We've since broke up for different reasons and I'm trying to work through those feelings as well. What can I do? How can I overcome this flaw?

I'm a jealous person. I don't want to be. Help?

OddFerret

Docking Station was always my favorite, coupled with C3 made it doubly so. While the breeding and training was fun, nothing could quite match the small thrill of having a creature appear in your warp chamber (even if half the time it was a generation 2 baby Chichi.) Also met some interesting people through chat, and am sad I lost touch with them after the server went down. Not sure if I'm looking forward to Creatures 4 much. So far the Creatures look bad-weird to me, and to be honest I'm not a big fan of FREE!!! games with 'extra' in game currencies, because 99% of the time, you'll either be stuck with a few simple features that aren't a whole lot of fun after a couple hours, or you'll end up spending more on the special currency than you would if they'd just sell the freaking game for a reasonable price. That being said, it *is* Creatures, so I'll probably be breeding new ones on my iPod at 3 AM while my husband demands dimming on screen brightness and calls me an addict. Also - I'm glad there's a Creatures Community on Reddit, even if it is pretty small and I don't really play anymore. I'm still holding out hope that one day Docking Station will become hugely popular again, with a completely working server, and tons of new people breeding and trading. TL;DR: Screw world peace, I want my Chichis back.

Docking Station was always my favorite, coupled with C3 made it doubly so. While the breeding and training was fun, nothing could quite match the small thrill of having a creature appear in your warp chamber (even if half the time it was a generation 2 baby Chichi.) Also met some interesting people through chat, and am sad I lost touch with them after the server went down. Not sure if I'm looking forward to Creatures 4 much. So far the Creatures look bad-weird to me, and to be honest I'm not a big fan of FREE!!! games with 'extra' in game currencies, because 99% of the time, you'll either be stuck with a few simple features that aren't a whole lot of fun after a couple hours, or you'll end up spending more on the special currency than you would if they'd just sell the freaking game for a reasonable price. That being said, it is Creatures, so I'll probably be breeding new ones on my iPod at 3 AM while my husband demands dimming on screen brightness and calls me an addict. Also - I'm glad there's a Creatures Community on Reddit, even if it is pretty small and I don't really play anymore. I'm still holding out hope that one day Docking Station will become hugely popular again, with a completely working server, and tons of new people breeding and trading. TL;DR: Screw world peace, I want my Chichis back.

CreaturesNorns

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c3rzait

Docking Station was always my favorite, coupled with C3 made it doubly so. While the breeding and training was fun, nothing could quite match the small thrill of having a creature appear in your warp chamber (even if half the time it was a generation 2 baby Chichi.) Also met some interesting people through chat, and am sad I lost touch with them after the server went down. Not sure if I'm looking forward to Creatures 4 much. So far the Creatures look bad-weird to me, and to be honest I'm not a big fan of FREE!!! games with 'extra' in game currencies, because 99% of the time, you'll either be stuck with a few simple features that aren't a whole lot of fun after a couple hours, or you'll end up spending more on the special currency than you would if they'd just sell the freaking game for a reasonable price. That being said, it is Creatures, so I'll probably be breeding new ones on my iPod at 3 AM while my husband demands dimming on screen brightness and calls me an addict. Also - I'm glad there's a Creatures Community on Reddit, even if it is pretty small and I don't really play anymore. I'm still holding out hope that one day Docking Station will become hugely popular again, with a completely working server, and tons of new people breeding and trading.

Screw world peace, I want my Chichis back.

enry_straker

Different behavior, depending on skin tone or other extraneous elements, is racism - no matter how one spins it. No matter how one justifies it. I see too many people justifying and accepting the un-acceptable. Unless they ( the government ) are publicly named and shamed and continuously, i fear they would not have any incentive to change. The irony of this behavior contrasts sharply with the history of indian civilization. We have gracefully accomodated people from all over the world, from mughals and persians and turks from the west to the britishers, french, dutch colonialists etc. When China kicked out the dalai lama and his followers, india offered them a home. When poor bangladeshi folks escaped into india to get out of poverty, we don't try to round them up and send them back, like the americans do to illegal mexicans or australians do to sri lankan tamils. (Note: Australia has been, in general, welcoming of immigrants. It just seems to hinge on the flavor of the day politically :-) My point is even mild and relatively harmless forms of racism and discrimination cannot and should not be part of any government policy, especially not in the 21st century. If there were some way this can be highlighted and shown to the people in charge, i am all for it. TL;DR; it's racist government policy. no matter how mild. It's undefensible and i am surprised so many indian redditors try to defend it by linking it to poverty or some such BS.

Different behavior, depending on skin tone or other extraneous elements, is racism - no matter how one spins it. No matter how one justifies it. I see too many people justifying and accepting the un-acceptable. Unless they ( the government ) are publicly named and shamed and continuously, i fear they would not have any incentive to change. The irony of this behavior contrasts sharply with the history of indian civilization. We have gracefully accomodated people from all over the world, from mughals and persians and turks from the west to the britishers, french, dutch colonialists etc. When China kicked out the dalai lama and his followers, india offered them a home. When poor bangladeshi folks escaped into india to get out of poverty, we don't try to round them up and send them back, like the americans do to illegal mexicans or australians do to sri lankan tamils. (Note: Australia has been, in general, welcoming of immigrants. It just seems to hinge on the flavor of the day politically :-) My point is even mild and relatively harmless forms of racism and discrimination cannot and should not be part of any government policy, especially not in the 21st century. If there were some way this can be highlighted and shown to the people in charge, i am all for it. TL;DR; it's racist government policy. no matter how mild. It's undefensible and i am surprised so many indian redditors try to defend it by linking it to poverty or some such BS.

india

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Different behavior, depending on skin tone or other extraneous elements, is racism - no matter how one spins it. No matter how one justifies it. I see too many people justifying and accepting the un-acceptable. Unless they ( the government ) are publicly named and shamed and continuously, i fear they would not have any incentive to change. The irony of this behavior contrasts sharply with the history of indian civilization. We have gracefully accomodated people from all over the world, from mughals and persians and turks from the west to the britishers, french, dutch colonialists etc. When China kicked out the dalai lama and his followers, india offered them a home. When poor bangladeshi folks escaped into india to get out of poverty, we don't try to round them up and send them back, like the americans do to illegal mexicans or australians do to sri lankan tamils. (Note: Australia has been, in general, welcoming of immigrants. It just seems to hinge on the flavor of the day politically :-) My point is even mild and relatively harmless forms of racism and discrimination cannot and should not be part of any government policy, especially not in the 21st century. If there were some way this can be highlighted and shown to the people in charge, i am all for it.

it's racist government policy. no matter how mild. It's undefensible and i am surprised so many indian redditors try to defend it by linking it to poverty or some such BS.

Spleeniator

People who talk about how they are equalists or egalitarians and not feminists simply do not understand feminism. So no, they are not equal, because one accepts that women need to be brought to the same level as men for equality to be achieved whilst the other believes that both need to be shuffled around and is usually spouted by people who think that women getting lower sentences in court comes down to feminism and not patriarchal attitudes (For example) TLDR: No.

People who talk about how they are equalists or egalitarians and not feminists simply do not understand feminism. So no, they are not equal, because one accepts that women need to be brought to the same level as men for equality to be achieved whilst the other believes that both need to be shuffled around and is usually spouted by people who think that women getting lower sentences in court comes down to feminism and not patriarchal attitudes (For example) TLDR: No.

GirlGamers

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People who talk about how they are equalists or egalitarians and not feminists simply do not understand feminism. So no, they are not equal, because one accepts that women need to be brought to the same level as men for equality to be achieved whilst the other believes that both need to be shuffled around and is usually spouted by people who think that women getting lower sentences in court comes down to feminism and not patriarchal attitudes (For example)

No.

Reaper72_1

Yasuo isn't a cancer champ. He is already laughably weak in lane, and doesn't have anywhere near the amount of power that he used to have mid game. On top of this his transition to mid game is even shittier because his Q no longer has a reduced cd per level. This just makes his laning phase literally the worst in the game if the enemy laner has more than two brain cells to rub together. TL:DR Yasuo is already shit, this is going to far (I would know this is the case... I am unfortunate enough to have chosen to main him before the nerfs.

Yasuo isn't a cancer champ. He is already laughably weak in lane, and doesn't have anywhere near the amount of power that he used to have mid game. On top of this his transition to mid game is even shittier because his Q no longer has a reduced cd per level. This just makes his laning phase literally the worst in the game if the enemy laner has more than two brain cells to rub together. TL:DR Yasuo is already shit, this is going to far (I would know this is the case... I am unfortunate enough to have chosen to main him before the nerfs.

leagueoflegends

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cqs0ikh

Yasuo isn't a cancer champ. He is already laughably weak in lane, and doesn't have anywhere near the amount of power that he used to have mid game. On top of this his transition to mid game is even shittier because his Q no longer has a reduced cd per level. This just makes his laning phase literally the worst in the game if the enemy laner has more than two brain cells to rub together.

Yasuo is already shit, this is going to far (I would know this is the case... I am unfortunate enough to have chosen to main him before the nerfs.

Stalcup

She talked to me a few months ago and I told her I was newly atheist when she asked if I believed in god. Today she approached me while I was eating lunch, with her friend by her side. She told me she had been worried about me and wanted to talk to me about jesus, so we talked for about ten minutes and then her friend (who hadn't said anything or even looked at me until this point) started to take over. He debated me for an hour and constantly brought up that strange "what are the chances that we even exist? there must be god" argument and I kept saying that the chances were RIDICULOUSLY HIGH. During this whole ordeal, the girl grew this look on her face like she wanted to cry. She thought I was going to hell and there was nothing she could do about it. She thought that I was denying the only true happiness in the world and she had failed to save me. I asked her if she was ok, and she could barely say no, I could hear the tears in her throat. I haven't told my parents that I am atheist for the same reason. I want her to be ok, I mean, she is seriously pretty. She cared about me enough to do something that obviously SCARED THE SHIT out of her, because it took her months, and I had to give her an experience that made her almost cry. What do you guys have to say about this? I feel like an asshole. tl;dr- I feel bad about making people think I'm going to hell.

She talked to me a few months ago and I told her I was newly atheist when she asked if I believed in god. Today she approached me while I was eating lunch, with her friend by her side. She told me she had been worried about me and wanted to talk to me about jesus, so we talked for about ten minutes and then her friend (who hadn't said anything or even looked at me until this point) started to take over. He debated me for an hour and constantly brought up that strange "what are the chances that we even exist? there must be god" argument and I kept saying that the chances were RIDICULOUSLY HIGH. During this whole ordeal, the girl grew this look on her face like she wanted to cry. She thought I was going to hell and there was nothing she could do about it. She thought that I was denying the only true happiness in the world and she had failed to save me. I asked her if she was ok, and she could barely say no, I could hear the tears in her throat. I haven't told my parents that I am atheist for the same reason. I want her to be ok, I mean, she is seriously pretty. She cared about me enough to do something that obviously SCARED THE SHIT out of her, because it took her months, and I had to give her an experience that made her almost cry. What do you guys have to say about this? I feel like an asshole. tl;dr- I feel bad about making people think I'm going to hell.

atheism

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She talked to me a few months ago and I told her I was newly atheist when she asked if I believed in god. Today she approached me while I was eating lunch, with her friend by her side. She told me she had been worried about me and wanted to talk to me about jesus, so we talked for about ten minutes and then her friend (who hadn't said anything or even looked at me until this point) started to take over. He debated me for an hour and constantly brought up that strange "what are the chances that we even exist? there must be god" argument and I kept saying that the chances were RIDICULOUSLY HIGH. During this whole ordeal, the girl grew this look on her face like she wanted to cry. She thought I was going to hell and there was nothing she could do about it. She thought that I was denying the only true happiness in the world and she had failed to save me. I asked her if she was ok, and she could barely say no, I could hear the tears in her throat. I haven't told my parents that I am atheist for the same reason. I want her to be ok, I mean, she is seriously pretty. She cared about me enough to do something that obviously SCARED THE SHIT out of her, because it took her months, and I had to give her an experience that made her almost cry. What do you guys have to say about this? I feel like an asshole.

I feel bad about making people think I'm going to hell.

[deleted]

So my (28M) friend is in a controlling abusive relationship with (22F). She doesn't like any of his friends and does everything in her power to keep him from hanging out with any of us. She will tell him she's cool with whatever plans at first, then day of comes and she makes him cancel. He's now bailed on three best friend birthday parties(one tonight), 13 dinner parties that we throw as a group twice a month, isn't allowed to come and hangout at any of our homes, and now isn't even allowed to text or call us. If he does go against her and go out, she will call him 100 times throughout the night to guilt him into going home. She did this on my birthday- she's been invited also to all of these events- and I ended up confiscating his phone for the evening so he could enjoy himself for once. Two weeks into their dating my bf, this friend and I went on a road trip to another province for two weeks we'd planned a year prior. She called him 100 times a day tryin to guilt him into coming home. She even booked a plane ticket to come join our trip but couldn't get a babysitter nor time off- thank god because that would've been awkward when she'd show up and we'd have no room for her in either the car or the three man tent we were using. Also she will trash talk him to anyone who'll listen. My bestie and I brought her out on girls night and she spent all night telling us how she's embarrassed by him, he has such a small dick, he's bad in bed.. Goes on and on. I should've recorded it and shown him. You can tell he is truly miserable, but thinks he loves her so he won't leave. How can we make him realize how unhappy he really is and how psycho she is? **TL;DR** my (28M) friend is in a relationship with a controlling psycho(22F). How can we make him realize how miserable he is in the relationship and how controlling she really is.

So my (28M) friend is in a controlling abusive relationship with (22F). She doesn't like any of his friends and does everything in her power to keep him from hanging out with any of us. She will tell him she's cool with whatever plans at first, then day of comes and she makes him cancel. He's now bailed on three best friend birthday parties(one tonight), 13 dinner parties that we throw as a group twice a month, isn't allowed to come and hangout at any of our homes, and now isn't even allowed to text or call us. If he does go against her and go out, she will call him 100 times throughout the night to guilt him into going home. She did this on my birthday- she's been invited also to all of these events- and I ended up confiscating his phone for the evening so he could enjoy himself for once. Two weeks into their dating my bf, this friend and I went on a road trip to another province for two weeks we'd planned a year prior. She called him 100 times a day tryin to guilt him into coming home. She even booked a plane ticket to come join our trip but couldn't get a babysitter nor time off- thank god because that would've been awkward when she'd show up and we'd have no room for her in either the car or the three man tent we were using. Also she will trash talk him to anyone who'll listen. My bestie and I brought her out on girls night and she spent all night telling us how she's embarrassed by him, he has such a small dick, he's bad in bed.. Goes on and on. I should've recorded it and shown him. You can tell he is truly miserable, but thinks he loves her so he won't leave. How can we make him realize how unhappy he really is and how psycho she is? TL;DR my (28M) friend is in a relationship with a controlling psycho(22F). How can we make him realize how miserable he is in the relationship and how controlling she really is.

relationships

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t3_1oqfoi

So my (28M) friend is in a controlling abusive relationship with (22F). She doesn't like any of his friends and does everything in her power to keep him from hanging out with any of us. She will tell him she's cool with whatever plans at first, then day of comes and she makes him cancel. He's now bailed on three best friend birthday parties(one tonight), 13 dinner parties that we throw as a group twice a month, isn't allowed to come and hangout at any of our homes, and now isn't even allowed to text or call us. If he does go against her and go out, she will call him 100 times throughout the night to guilt him into going home. She did this on my birthday- she's been invited also to all of these events- and I ended up confiscating his phone for the evening so he could enjoy himself for once. Two weeks into their dating my bf, this friend and I went on a road trip to another province for two weeks we'd planned a year prior. She called him 100 times a day tryin to guilt him into coming home. She even booked a plane ticket to come join our trip but couldn't get a babysitter nor time off- thank god because that would've been awkward when she'd show up and we'd have no room for her in either the car or the three man tent we were using. Also she will trash talk him to anyone who'll listen. My bestie and I brought her out on girls night and she spent all night telling us how she's embarrassed by him, he has such a small dick, he's bad in bed.. Goes on and on. I should've recorded it and shown him. You can tell he is truly miserable, but thinks he loves her so he won't leave. How can we make him realize how unhappy he really is and how psycho she is?

my (28M) friend is in a relationship with a controlling psycho(22F). How can we make him realize how miserable he is in the relationship and how controlling she really is.

bippyz

Flush your eye out with water (or get eyewash from the drug store). Go see the doctor, since it could just be crap in your eyes, or it could be a detached retina. Way too many things. tl;dr - black spots = visit doctor

Flush your eye out with water (or get eyewash from the drug store). Go see the doctor, since it could just be crap in your eyes, or it could be a detached retina. Way too many things. tl;dr - black spots = visit doctor

AskReddit

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Flush your eye out with water (or get eyewash from the drug store). Go see the doctor, since it could just be crap in your eyes, or it could be a detached retina. Way too many things.

black spots = visit doctor

fakestreet1234

I've never considered myself a sociopath, but what you just said rang true. I try to tip servers as much as I like, for the positive image. When shopping, these two elderly women were trying to fit a case of pop back onto the shelf, they were having trouble so I stepped in, said I can do that for you, and put it back. I'd like to think I did this because it was the right thing to do, but I did it for the praise, even though it was only to those two old ladies, and nobody else saw it, and I'd never brag about it. I do things like that because I like doing good, where as at the same time I'd stick a knife into somebodies throat for saying something against me, if there wasn't the repercussion of law, and feel the same way. TL;DR if there were no law, i'd just as soon help the weak as I would slaughter the unjust.

I've never considered myself a sociopath, but what you just said rang true. I try to tip servers as much as I like, for the positive image. When shopping, these two elderly women were trying to fit a case of pop back onto the shelf, they were having trouble so I stepped in, said I can do that for you, and put it back. I'd like to think I did this because it was the right thing to do, but I did it for the praise, even though it was only to those two old ladies, and nobody else saw it, and I'd never brag about it. I do things like that because I like doing good, where as at the same time I'd stick a knife into somebodies throat for saying something against me, if there wasn't the repercussion of law, and feel the same way. TL;DR if there were no law, i'd just as soon help the weak as I would slaughter the unjust.

IAmA

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I've never considered myself a sociopath, but what you just said rang true. I try to tip servers as much as I like, for the positive image. When shopping, these two elderly women were trying to fit a case of pop back onto the shelf, they were having trouble so I stepped in, said I can do that for you, and put it back. I'd like to think I did this because it was the right thing to do, but I did it for the praise, even though it was only to those two old ladies, and nobody else saw it, and I'd never brag about it. I do things like that because I like doing good, where as at the same time I'd stick a knife into somebodies throat for saying something against me, if there wasn't the repercussion of law, and feel the same way.

if there were no law, i'd just as soon help the weak as I would slaughter the unjust.

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My roommate has this annoying habit where he likes to relate to other people's stories/conversations by bringing up his same, Boring stories. He has about 6 of these stories and the other roommates and I have heard them 100 times. Even if we hadn't heard the story before, they're very boring. He's not the best at communicating socially. He usually presents these stories in a "one-upper" type of way, but they're usually not "better" or "crazier" experiences/stories - they're just some average/lame event that happened to him in high school. But he'll usually interrupt (especially when drunk) and totally kill the vibes of the original story or whatever he interrupted. Sometimes he'll interrupt a conversation between other people in the room, usually when they're talking about something he's not interested in. But he'll do this thing where he'll stand up and try to demonstrate whatever cool thing he's trying to dominate the room with. For example, he often tries to explain how crazy some basketball shot was on TV, and he'll get up and spend a couple minutes exaggerating and reenacting the INSANE REBOUND everyone missed. He'll kinda make everyone watch him and agree how crazy it must've been. He will literally stand up and move to the front of the room, blocking the TV and sometimes standing between the attempted ongoing original conversationalist. He's a great guy, but this really gets annoying. When he's drunk, its very bad - especially because he isn't the best at picking up on social cues or communicative cues (sober or drunk). We've sometimes tried continuing talking, waiting for him to finish and then continuing, ignoring him, and constantly reminding him we've heard his story and providing details to prove it. His bad stories are basically about the times he Almost got caught drinking in high school or how amazing he was in HS basketball by always shooting 3s, not playing defense and not listening to his coach. **TL;DR** Roommate tells the same, boring few stories from the past, usually interrupting others' stories or conversations. They're also usually in a "One-Upper" manner, and are disruptive of good vibes. He's not good with picking up on our social/communicative cues.

My roommate has this annoying habit where he likes to relate to other people's stories/conversations by bringing up his same, Boring stories. He has about 6 of these stories and the other roommates and I have heard them 100 times. Even if we hadn't heard the story before, they're very boring. He's not the best at communicating socially. He usually presents these stories in a "one-upper" type of way, but they're usually not "better" or "crazier" experiences/stories - they're just some average/lame event that happened to him in high school. But he'll usually interrupt (especially when drunk) and totally kill the vibes of the original story or whatever he interrupted. Sometimes he'll interrupt a conversation between other people in the room, usually when they're talking about something he's not interested in. But he'll do this thing where he'll stand up and try to demonstrate whatever cool thing he's trying to dominate the room with. For example, he often tries to explain how crazy some basketball shot was on TV, and he'll get up and spend a couple minutes exaggerating and reenacting the INSANE REBOUND everyone missed. He'll kinda make everyone watch him and agree how crazy it must've been. He will literally stand up and move to the front of the room, blocking the TV and sometimes standing between the attempted ongoing original conversationalist. He's a great guy, but this really gets annoying. When he's drunk, its very bad - especially because he isn't the best at picking up on social cues or communicative cues (sober or drunk). We've sometimes tried continuing talking, waiting for him to finish and then continuing, ignoring him, and constantly reminding him we've heard his story and providing details to prove it. His bad stories are basically about the times he Almost got caught drinking in high school or how amazing he was in HS basketball by always shooting 3s, not playing defense and not listening to his coach. TL;DR Roommate tells the same, boring few stories from the past, usually interrupting others' stories or conversations. They're also usually in a "One-Upper" manner, and are disruptive of good vibes. He's not good with picking up on our social/communicative cues.

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My roommate has this annoying habit where he likes to relate to other people's stories/conversations by bringing up his same, Boring stories. He has about 6 of these stories and the other roommates and I have heard them 100 times. Even if we hadn't heard the story before, they're very boring. He's not the best at communicating socially. He usually presents these stories in a "one-upper" type of way, but they're usually not "better" or "crazier" experiences/stories - they're just some average/lame event that happened to him in high school. But he'll usually interrupt (especially when drunk) and totally kill the vibes of the original story or whatever he interrupted. Sometimes he'll interrupt a conversation between other people in the room, usually when they're talking about something he's not interested in. But he'll do this thing where he'll stand up and try to demonstrate whatever cool thing he's trying to dominate the room with. For example, he often tries to explain how crazy some basketball shot was on TV, and he'll get up and spend a couple minutes exaggerating and reenacting the INSANE REBOUND everyone missed. He'll kinda make everyone watch him and agree how crazy it must've been. He will literally stand up and move to the front of the room, blocking the TV and sometimes standing between the attempted ongoing original conversationalist. He's a great guy, but this really gets annoying. When he's drunk, its very bad - especially because he isn't the best at picking up on social cues or communicative cues (sober or drunk). We've sometimes tried continuing talking, waiting for him to finish and then continuing, ignoring him, and constantly reminding him we've heard his story and providing details to prove it. His bad stories are basically about the times he Almost got caught drinking in high school or how amazing he was in HS basketball by always shooting 3s, not playing defense and not listening to his coach.

Roommate tells the same, boring few stories from the past, usually interrupting others' stories or conversations. They're also usually in a "One-Upper" manner, and are disruptive of good vibes. He's not good with picking up on our social/communicative cues.

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I am a 20yr-old/m college student at a small university. I have known this girl (20/f) for more than a year now. We met at orientation and hit it off really well. We would hang out all the time, and we became very close. She started dating someone first semester and they broke up just after Christmas. I was there when they broke up and we talked about it and I helped her through it. When she was in the relationship, we didn't talk much (for obvious reasons), so it was really nice to reconnect. Then, when things had gotten so much better, I worked up the courage to ask her out, but she was dating some other guy (21/m). That relationship lasted from February to about June of this year. I was the first person that she called, because she was worried about the health of the relationship, and I gave my advice about what he was doing/feeling/whatever. Two days later, he dumped her. I was there for that and cheered her up. So we talked every day (she lives three states away) on the phone, and the first week in July, I finally just told her how I feel about her. She said that she knew that I felt that way about her, but was afraid to be in a relationship with me because if it failed, she knew she would lose a really good friend. Here's the other thing: we're two peas in a pod. We share a ton in common and it's an incredible partnership. tl;dr A girl I like doesn't want to date me because she's afraid she'll lose me as a friend if we date and it doesn't work out. edit 1: Thanks for all the responses, I really appreciate it.

I am a 20yr-old/m college student at a small university. I have known this girl (20/f) for more than a year now. We met at orientation and hit it off really well. We would hang out all the time, and we became very close. She started dating someone first semester and they broke up just after Christmas. I was there when they broke up and we talked about it and I helped her through it. When she was in the relationship, we didn't talk much (for obvious reasons), so it was really nice to reconnect. Then, when things had gotten so much better, I worked up the courage to ask her out, but she was dating some other guy (21/m). That relationship lasted from February to about June of this year. I was the first person that she called, because she was worried about the health of the relationship, and I gave my advice about what he was doing/feeling/whatever. Two days later, he dumped her. I was there for that and cheered her up. So we talked every day (she lives three states away) on the phone, and the first week in July, I finally just told her how I feel about her. She said that she knew that I felt that way about her, but was afraid to be in a relationship with me because if it failed, she knew she would lose a really good friend. Here's the other thing: we're two peas in a pod. We share a ton in common and it's an incredible partnership. tl;dr A girl I like doesn't want to date me because she's afraid she'll lose me as a friend if we date and it doesn't work out. edit 1: Thanks for all the responses, I really appreciate it.

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I am a 20yr-old/m college student at a small university. I have known this girl (20/f) for more than a year now. We met at orientation and hit it off really well. We would hang out all the time, and we became very close. She started dating someone first semester and they broke up just after Christmas. I was there when they broke up and we talked about it and I helped her through it. When she was in the relationship, we didn't talk much (for obvious reasons), so it was really nice to reconnect. Then, when things had gotten so much better, I worked up the courage to ask her out, but she was dating some other guy (21/m). That relationship lasted from February to about June of this year. I was the first person that she called, because she was worried about the health of the relationship, and I gave my advice about what he was doing/feeling/whatever. Two days later, he dumped her. I was there for that and cheered her up. So we talked every day (she lives three states away) on the phone, and the first week in July, I finally just told her how I feel about her. She said that she knew that I felt that way about her, but was afraid to be in a relationship with me because if it failed, she knew she would lose a really good friend. Here's the other thing: we're two peas in a pod. We share a ton in common and it's an incredible partnership.

A girl I like doesn't want to date me because she's afraid she'll lose me as a friend if we date and it doesn't work out. edit 1: Thanks for all the responses, I really appreciate it.

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This was recent. Within the last month or two recent. I cant remember if i was in thailand or vietnam, but i was checking into a guesthouse somewhere. There were 3-4 people standing right by me at the counter waiting for me to finish my check in so they could continue talking to the guy behind the counter. The guy behind the desk asks what my name is and where I'm from, i answer. The other people around me (all westerners) look straight at me and the guy behind the counter was like, do you speak thai(or vietnamese, i forget where i was). I was like, uhhhh nope. Turns out he had asked my name and country in a different language but i heard it in english. Tldr, guy asked who i was in a language i didnt understand and i answered because i heard him say it in english.

This was recent. Within the last month or two recent. I cant remember if i was in thailand or vietnam, but i was checking into a guesthouse somewhere. There were 3-4 people standing right by me at the counter waiting for me to finish my check in so they could continue talking to the guy behind the counter. The guy behind the desk asks what my name is and where I'm from, i answer. The other people around me (all westerners) look straight at me and the guy behind the counter was like, do you speak thai(or vietnamese, i forget where i was). I was like, uhhhh nope. Turns out he had asked my name and country in a different language but i heard it in english. Tldr, guy asked who i was in a language i didnt understand and i answered because i heard him say it in english.

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This was recent. Within the last month or two recent. I cant remember if i was in thailand or vietnam, but i was checking into a guesthouse somewhere. There were 3-4 people standing right by me at the counter waiting for me to finish my check in so they could continue talking to the guy behind the counter. The guy behind the desk asks what my name is and where I'm from, i answer. The other people around me (all westerners) look straight at me and the guy behind the counter was like, do you speak thai(or vietnamese, i forget where i was). I was like, uhhhh nope. Turns out he had asked my name and country in a different language but i heard it in english.

guy asked who i was in a language i didnt understand and i answered because i heard him say it in english.

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Okay I know you hear New York and think of the city. But I'm from Buffalo. There's stuff in other parts of the state too. Niagara Falls is pretty sweet. But that's not really an off the beaten path thing, so I highly recommend coming into Buffalo and going to see Elevator B. It's in Silo City, which is also a really neat thing to see. Buffalo is an old mill city and we still produce for Gold Medal and General Mills (it frequently smells like Cheerios downtown, it's awesome). We have a ton of old silos and grain elevators that are just really neat. But [Elevator B]( is so neat. TL;DR of that site, it's an "elevator" that one person can stand in and see honeybees that took over an office and were subsequently moved. It's glass bottomed so you're not in harm's way, but you can look up and see bees doing what they do. And go to the Finger Lakes. Because those are fucking awesome.

Okay I know you hear New York and think of the city. But I'm from Buffalo. There's stuff in other parts of the state too. Niagara Falls is pretty sweet. But that's not really an off the beaten path thing, so I highly recommend coming into Buffalo and going to see Elevator B. It's in Silo City, which is also a really neat thing to see. Buffalo is an old mill city and we still produce for Gold Medal and General Mills (it frequently smells like Cheerios downtown, it's awesome). We have a ton of old silos and grain elevators that are just really neat. But [Elevator B]( is so neat. TL;DR of that site, it's an "elevator" that one person can stand in and see honeybees that took over an office and were subsequently moved. It's glass bottomed so you're not in harm's way, but you can look up and see bees doing what they do. And go to the Finger Lakes. Because those are fucking awesome.

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Okay I know you hear New York and think of the city. But I'm from Buffalo. There's stuff in other parts of the state too. Niagara Falls is pretty sweet. But that's not really an off the beaten path thing, so I highly recommend coming into Buffalo and going to see Elevator B. It's in Silo City, which is also a really neat thing to see. Buffalo is an old mill city and we still produce for Gold Medal and General Mills (it frequently smells like Cheerios downtown, it's awesome). We have a ton of old silos and grain elevators that are just really neat. But [Elevator B]( is so neat.

of that site, it's an "elevator" that one person can stand in and see honeybees that took over an office and were subsequently moved. It's glass bottomed so you're not in harm's way, but you can look up and see bees doing what they do. And go to the Finger Lakes. Because those are fucking awesome.

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In 1991, the Trail Blazers were the best team in the NBA. Posting a whopping .768 winning percentage, they were better even than Jordan's Bulls, who at that point had had no taste of the finals. They were coming off of a finals run the prior year, and had a team with THREE all stars: Drexler, Porter, and Duckworth, a former all-star in Williams, and a former champion in Danny Ainge, rounding out the roster was Jerome Kersey and Cliff Robinson, both great players. The Blazers were the favorites to win that '91 season. The playoffs were a gauntlet of the Blazers' three main rivals: the Sonics, Jazz, and Lakers. They breezed past the Sonics and Jazz, but struggled against Magic's Lakers. In game 6 in LA; however, down 1 point with the clock running down, the Blazers had a 3 on 1 fast break to score and bring the game back for a game 7 in Portland, where the Blazers had probably the best home court advantage in the league. However, Kersey made a questionable but questionable pass to a trailing Robinson, who was more focussed on the potential rebound than catching any passes, and he LITERALLY DROPPED THE BALL, squashing the Blazers chances of winning the championship. TL;DR: Blazers dropped the ball in '91 when Cliff Robinson dropped the ball.

In 1991, the Trail Blazers were the best team in the NBA. Posting a whopping .768 winning percentage, they were better even than Jordan's Bulls, who at that point had had no taste of the finals. They were coming off of a finals run the prior year, and had a team with THREE all stars: Drexler, Porter, and Duckworth, a former all-star in Williams, and a former champion in Danny Ainge, rounding out the roster was Jerome Kersey and Cliff Robinson, both great players. The Blazers were the favorites to win that '91 season. The playoffs were a gauntlet of the Blazers' three main rivals: the Sonics, Jazz, and Lakers. They breezed past the Sonics and Jazz, but struggled against Magic's Lakers. In game 6 in LA; however, down 1 point with the clock running down, the Blazers had a 3 on 1 fast break to score and bring the game back for a game 7 in Portland, where the Blazers had probably the best home court advantage in the league. However, Kersey made a questionable but questionable pass to a trailing Robinson, who was more focussed on the potential rebound than catching any passes, and he LITERALLY DROPPED THE BALL, squashing the Blazers chances of winning the championship. TL;DR: Blazers dropped the ball in '91 when Cliff Robinson dropped the ball.

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In 1991, the Trail Blazers were the best team in the NBA. Posting a whopping .768 winning percentage, they were better even than Jordan's Bulls, who at that point had had no taste of the finals. They were coming off of a finals run the prior year, and had a team with THREE all stars: Drexler, Porter, and Duckworth, a former all-star in Williams, and a former champion in Danny Ainge, rounding out the roster was Jerome Kersey and Cliff Robinson, both great players. The Blazers were the favorites to win that '91 season. The playoffs were a gauntlet of the Blazers' three main rivals: the Sonics, Jazz, and Lakers. They breezed past the Sonics and Jazz, but struggled against Magic's Lakers. In game 6 in LA; however, down 1 point with the clock running down, the Blazers had a 3 on 1 fast break to score and bring the game back for a game 7 in Portland, where the Blazers had probably the best home court advantage in the league. However, Kersey made a questionable but questionable pass to a trailing Robinson, who was more focussed on the potential rebound than catching any passes, and he LITERALLY DROPPED THE BALL, squashing the Blazers chances of winning the championship.

Blazers dropped the ball in '91 when Cliff Robinson dropped the ball.

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Why, when i do a ping test in command prompt to riots NA server do i ping a constant 41 ms everytime, anytime of the day. Yet, in game, i never see under 120? I'm fairly certain that this shows that NA's lag problems are embedded somewhere within the client code. Think about it, if you ping NAs servers through your command prompt and have no packet loss, and ping a constant 41ms but in game its nearly 100 higher, that to me does not seem like its a server issue. That to me, seems like theres some serious f*cked up coding somewhere, and its just getting worse as more patches come out. TL:DR- Command prompt pings to NA servers show 0 packet loss and almost a full 100 ping lower then what you get in game. Ping issues just get worse as more patches are released.

Why, when i do a ping test in command prompt to riots NA server do i ping a constant 41 ms everytime, anytime of the day. Yet, in game, i never see under 120? I'm fairly certain that this shows that NA's lag problems are embedded somewhere within the client code. Think about it, if you ping NAs servers through your command prompt and have no packet loss, and ping a constant 41ms but in game its nearly 100 higher, that to me does not seem like its a server issue. That to me, seems like theres some serious f*cked up coding somewhere, and its just getting worse as more patches come out. TL:DR- Command prompt pings to NA servers show 0 packet loss and almost a full 100 ping lower then what you get in game. Ping issues just get worse as more patches are released.

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Why, when i do a ping test in command prompt to riots NA server do i ping a constant 41 ms everytime, anytime of the day. Yet, in game, i never see under 120? I'm fairly certain that this shows that NA's lag problems are embedded somewhere within the client code. Think about it, if you ping NAs servers through your command prompt and have no packet loss, and ping a constant 41ms but in game its nearly 100 higher, that to me does not seem like its a server issue. That to me, seems like theres some serious f*cked up coding somewhere, and its just getting worse as more patches come out.

Command prompt pings to NA servers show 0 packet loss and almost a full 100 ping lower then what you get in game. Ping issues just get worse as more patches are released.

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I had a groove years ago when i first started. It was actually the only disc I had at first. A friend who didn't like it let me have it. I thought I was just super terrible when every one of my throws spiraled off into the weeds in random directions. Until i got a roc and a leopard, and my throws started making sense. So i threw the groove again thinking things would be different, when it flew directly into a thicket of thorny brush. That was when i knew for sure, that disc was haunted by an angry spirit. So i didn't look for it and never looked back. Unfortunately i put my number inside the rim, someone found it and insisted on returning it to me about a month later. Then i burned it in my fire pit. tl;dr Was given a groove by a friend, disc was haunted and did as it pleased. Left it in woods at course. Disc found me a month later and was incinerated.

I had a groove years ago when i first started. It was actually the only disc I had at first. A friend who didn't like it let me have it. I thought I was just super terrible when every one of my throws spiraled off into the weeds in random directions. Until i got a roc and a leopard, and my throws started making sense. So i threw the groove again thinking things would be different, when it flew directly into a thicket of thorny brush. That was when i knew for sure, that disc was haunted by an angry spirit. So i didn't look for it and never looked back. Unfortunately i put my number inside the rim, someone found it and insisted on returning it to me about a month later. Then i burned it in my fire pit. tl;dr Was given a groove by a friend, disc was haunted and did as it pleased. Left it in woods at course. Disc found me a month later and was incinerated.

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I had a groove years ago when i first started. It was actually the only disc I had at first. A friend who didn't like it let me have it. I thought I was just super terrible when every one of my throws spiraled off into the weeds in random directions. Until i got a roc and a leopard, and my throws started making sense. So i threw the groove again thinking things would be different, when it flew directly into a thicket of thorny brush. That was when i knew for sure, that disc was haunted by an angry spirit. So i didn't look for it and never looked back. Unfortunately i put my number inside the rim, someone found it and insisted on returning it to me about a month later. Then i burned it in my fire pit.

Was given a groove by a friend, disc was haunted and did as it pleased. Left it in woods at course. Disc found me a month later and was incinerated.

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I am not religious personally, but I agree that if there is a God, he loves people for who they are!! If you believe that God made us, then why would people be gay if he was not okay with that? Why would he make people LGBTQ if he had a problem with it? And don't tell me it's the devil's work... because if you believe in that then the devil's work is pain, torture, sadism (NOT in a consensual sexual way), sociopathic tendencies, and things like that. The answer is that he wouldn't make people gay if he hated gays... we wouldn't exist if God had a problem with us, because *he wouldn't have made us this way if he had a problem with it!* I will never believe that God is as judgemental as some religions make him out to be. I think that if he is real, he cares a hell of a lot more about what kind of person you are and how you treat other people than who you have a crush on. It is your actions towards other people in this world that matters, not what gender you fall in love with or what gender you identify as. I will never judge a person solely based on their religion. I will form an opinion of them based on how they treat other people and whether or not they respect and accept them. And I think that if God exists... he would want you to love and accept every person no matter their race, nationality, religious beliefs, gender, or sexual orientation. This world and God (if that is your beliefs) is about love, acceptance, and forgiveness... not hatred, bigotry, and discrimination. He is about accepting people and showing them love and compassion, not about hating them and shunning/ignoring them or segregation and victimization against people for who they are. I'm happy to see someone like you... who has strong religious beliefs but also accepts and loves people the way that you should. Fuck spreading hatred, fuck being a bigot... spread love, spread , spread warmth, spread light, and most importantly spread love. Thank you for your comment, it makes me extremely happy to run into wonderful people like you in this world. Keep being you brother and keep spreading your knowledge of how we should treat others... the world needs more people like you, and I am honored to be able to talk to someone who is as wonderful as you are. Side note/happy story: a dear friend of mine recently came out to her suuuper conservative and religious parents. She was afraid that they would react with fear, hatred and anger. Instead, they reacted with love, acceptance and complete support. I love people like you who know that the real meaning of life is to spread joy and kindness. The real meaning to life is to dispel hate and to welcome good people with open arms no matter who they like, what they look like, what they believe, etc. Thank you for being you. You are the type of person who will help to change the world and make it a better, more beautiful place, for everyone to live in harmoniously. I love you man/woman :) <3. **TL;DR: love, kindess, compassion and acceptance... not hatred, bigotry, and pain**

I am not religious personally, but I agree that if there is a God, he loves people for who they are!! If you believe that God made us, then why would people be gay if he was not okay with that? Why would he make people LGBTQ if he had a problem with it? And don't tell me it's the devil's work... because if you believe in that then the devil's work is pain, torture, sadism (NOT in a consensual sexual way), sociopathic tendencies, and things like that. The answer is that he wouldn't make people gay if he hated gays... we wouldn't exist if God had a problem with us, because he wouldn't have made us this way if he had a problem with it! I will never believe that God is as judgemental as some religions make him out to be. I think that if he is real, he cares a hell of a lot more about what kind of person you are and how you treat other people than who you have a crush on. It is your actions towards other people in this world that matters, not what gender you fall in love with or what gender you identify as. I will never judge a person solely based on their religion. I will form an opinion of them based on how they treat other people and whether or not they respect and accept them. And I think that if God exists... he would want you to love and accept every person no matter their race, nationality, religious beliefs, gender, or sexual orientation. This world and God (if that is your beliefs) is about love, acceptance, and forgiveness... not hatred, bigotry, and discrimination. He is about accepting people and showing them love and compassion, not about hating them and shunning/ignoring them or segregation and victimization against people for who they are. I'm happy to see someone like you... who has strong religious beliefs but also accepts and loves people the way that you should. Fuck spreading hatred, fuck being a bigot... spread love, spread , spread warmth, spread light, and most importantly spread love. Thank you for your comment, it makes me extremely happy to run into wonderful people like you in this world. Keep being you brother and keep spreading your knowledge of how we should treat others... the world needs more people like you, and I am honored to be able to talk to someone who is as wonderful as you are. Side note/happy story: a dear friend of mine recently came out to her suuuper conservative and religious parents. She was afraid that they would react with fear, hatred and anger. Instead, they reacted with love, acceptance and complete support. I love people like you who know that the real meaning of life is to spread joy and kindness. The real meaning to life is to dispel hate and to welcome good people with open arms no matter who they like, what they look like, what they believe, etc. Thank you for being you. You are the type of person who will help to change the world and make it a better, more beautiful place, for everyone to live in harmoniously. I love you man/woman :) <3. TL;DR: love, kindess, compassion and acceptance... not hatred, bigotry, and pain

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I am not religious personally, but I agree that if there is a God, he loves people for who they are!! If you believe that God made us, then why would people be gay if he was not okay with that? Why would he make people LGBTQ if he had a problem with it? And don't tell me it's the devil's work... because if you believe in that then the devil's work is pain, torture, sadism (NOT in a consensual sexual way), sociopathic tendencies, and things like that. The answer is that he wouldn't make people gay if he hated gays... we wouldn't exist if God had a problem with us, because he wouldn't have made us this way if he had a problem with it! I will never believe that God is as judgemental as some religions make him out to be. I think that if he is real, he cares a hell of a lot more about what kind of person you are and how you treat other people than who you have a crush on. It is your actions towards other people in this world that matters, not what gender you fall in love with or what gender you identify as. I will never judge a person solely based on their religion. I will form an opinion of them based on how they treat other people and whether or not they respect and accept them. And I think that if God exists... he would want you to love and accept every person no matter their race, nationality, religious beliefs, gender, or sexual orientation. This world and God (if that is your beliefs) is about love, acceptance, and forgiveness... not hatred, bigotry, and discrimination. He is about accepting people and showing them love and compassion, not about hating them and shunning/ignoring them or segregation and victimization against people for who they are. I'm happy to see someone like you... who has strong religious beliefs but also accepts and loves people the way that you should. Fuck spreading hatred, fuck being a bigot... spread love, spread , spread warmth, spread light, and most importantly spread love. Thank you for your comment, it makes me extremely happy to run into wonderful people like you in this world. Keep being you brother and keep spreading your knowledge of how we should treat others... the world needs more people like you, and I am honored to be able to talk to someone who is as wonderful as you are. Side note/happy story: a dear friend of mine recently came out to her suuuper conservative and religious parents. She was afraid that they would react with fear, hatred and anger. Instead, they reacted with love, acceptance and complete support. I love people like you who know that the real meaning of life is to spread joy and kindness. The real meaning to life is to dispel hate and to welcome good people with open arms no matter who they like, what they look like, what they believe, etc. Thank you for being you. You are the type of person who will help to change the world and make it a better, more beautiful place, for everyone to live in harmoniously. I love you man/woman :) <3.

love, kindess, compassion and acceptance... not hatred, bigotry, and pain

Skur_

I recently made huge progress with my consistency just by setting up few rules for myself. I started playing ONLY AK-47 and M4A4 on buy rounds. I've never used Aug/SG anyway, but I did sometimes try to AWP, get a scout on a force buy or an autosniper when I had 16k$. On force buys (only once or twice per game) I get Famas/Galil and whenever I can't afford one of those I just get a pistol, never a shotgun, SMG or any scopes rifle. So as I now had an AK/M4 most of the time I sat down, learnt those two spray patterns by heart and told myself to ALWAYS spray with the exception places of Long A on D2 or Yard on Nuke. I used to think I was decent at tapping, but in reality half of my games I was doing fine but the other half I was sitting on three frags blaming my mouse, warm up, practice and whatever what lead me to wasting hours on headshot only servers trying to become ScreaM who I clearly wasn't. Being able to control your spray (more or less) until the last bullet may not make you any quicker, but it gurantees you the kill at some point. And on MG rank where I'm currently playing, it's not about how fast you flick but if you manage to get a total of 100 damage before reloading. Being able to consistently secure all "easy kill" like people showing you your back and even being able to spray down two or three at once consostently is already pretty good. Aside from that knowing I can kill everyone at some point (unlike before where i tapped 10 shots doing 0dmg, sprayed another 10 bullets above his head and then switched in panic to my pistol just to reset the recoil while i still had 10 bullets left in my assault rifle) is also a huge confidence boost. I actually stopped playing DM and doing any sort of warm up altogether yet still am far more consistent than before. Only thing I do is practice my sprays during the 3 mins warmup peroid before any comp match. :) TL;DR: use AK, M4; always spray; stop worrying about raw aim

I recently made huge progress with my consistency just by setting up few rules for myself. I started playing ONLY AK-47 and M4A4 on buy rounds. I've never used Aug/SG anyway, but I did sometimes try to AWP, get a scout on a force buy or an autosniper when I had 16k$. On force buys (only once or twice per game) I get Famas/Galil and whenever I can't afford one of those I just get a pistol, never a shotgun, SMG or any scopes rifle. So as I now had an AK/M4 most of the time I sat down, learnt those two spray patterns by heart and told myself to ALWAYS spray with the exception places of Long A on D2 or Yard on Nuke. I used to think I was decent at tapping, but in reality half of my games I was doing fine but the other half I was sitting on three frags blaming my mouse, warm up, practice and whatever what lead me to wasting hours on headshot only servers trying to become ScreaM who I clearly wasn't. Being able to control your spray (more or less) until the last bullet may not make you any quicker, but it gurantees you the kill at some point. And on MG rank where I'm currently playing, it's not about how fast you flick but if you manage to get a total of 100 damage before reloading. Being able to consistently secure all "easy kill" like people showing you your back and even being able to spray down two or three at once consostently is already pretty good. Aside from that knowing I can kill everyone at some point (unlike before where i tapped 10 shots doing 0dmg, sprayed another 10 bullets above his head and then switched in panic to my pistol just to reset the recoil while i still had 10 bullets left in my assault rifle) is also a huge confidence boost. I actually stopped playing DM and doing any sort of warm up altogether yet still am far more consistent than before. Only thing I do is practice my sprays during the 3 mins warmup peroid before any comp match. :) TL;DR: use AK, M4; always spray; stop worrying about raw aim

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I recently made huge progress with my consistency just by setting up few rules for myself. I started playing ONLY AK-47 and M4A4 on buy rounds. I've never used Aug/SG anyway, but I did sometimes try to AWP, get a scout on a force buy or an autosniper when I had 16k$. On force buys (only once or twice per game) I get Famas/Galil and whenever I can't afford one of those I just get a pistol, never a shotgun, SMG or any scopes rifle. So as I now had an AK/M4 most of the time I sat down, learnt those two spray patterns by heart and told myself to ALWAYS spray with the exception places of Long A on D2 or Yard on Nuke. I used to think I was decent at tapping, but in reality half of my games I was doing fine but the other half I was sitting on three frags blaming my mouse, warm up, practice and whatever what lead me to wasting hours on headshot only servers trying to become ScreaM who I clearly wasn't. Being able to control your spray (more or less) until the last bullet may not make you any quicker, but it gurantees you the kill at some point. And on MG rank where I'm currently playing, it's not about how fast you flick but if you manage to get a total of 100 damage before reloading. Being able to consistently secure all "easy kill" like people showing you your back and even being able to spray down two or three at once consostently is already pretty good. Aside from that knowing I can kill everyone at some point (unlike before where i tapped 10 shots doing 0dmg, sprayed another 10 bullets above his head and then switched in panic to my pistol just to reset the recoil while i still had 10 bullets left in my assault rifle) is also a huge confidence boost. I actually stopped playing DM and doing any sort of warm up altogether yet still am far more consistent than before. Only thing I do is practice my sprays during the 3 mins warmup peroid before any comp match. :)

use AK, M4; always spray; stop worrying about raw aim

100octane

we had a substitute teacher one day. my seat being right next to the window was the perfect opportunity for some shenanigans. about 10 minutes into class i got hungry....i ordered pizza to the classroom window i hung a red shirt out the window to signify which classroom it was the pizza was delicious and i got in school suspension TL;DR Ordered pizza to classroom window when we had a substitute

we had a substitute teacher one day. my seat being right next to the window was the perfect opportunity for some shenanigans. about 10 minutes into class i got hungry....i ordered pizza to the classroom window i hung a red shirt out the window to signify which classroom it was the pizza was delicious and i got in school suspension TL;DR Ordered pizza to classroom window when we had a substitute

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we had a substitute teacher one day. my seat being right next to the window was the perfect opportunity for some shenanigans. about 10 minutes into class i got hungry....i ordered pizza to the classroom window i hung a red shirt out the window to signify which classroom it was the pizza was delicious and i got in school suspension

Ordered pizza to classroom window when we had a substitute

SigmaQuotient

In a room in a house there lived a Vapor, not a nasty dirty wet room, filled with... Oh.. sorry. Hi all, I am sigmaQuotient and I am here to share a fun little adventure I had today pertaining to the advancement in my vaping experience. Well.. Enjoy! or don't. So today..I suppose technically yesterday since it is 2am EST. I had to get up far earlier than I normally awaken to this world. I was on a quest to take my beloved to the Philly airport for a plane to an internship. Living in the Berks County area, this was a good hour and a half escort quest. So no mindless mob killing or collection quests mind you. I successfully dropped her off, with a departure filled with kisses and promises of some sweet sweet candy (BAM!) later. As I took the wrong turns, leading me deeper into the city of brotherly love...mayhap carnal.. who knows, but I hope not. Anyway, I was sitting at a traffic light contemplating where being swept out my door may take me. I figured.. HEY! I can go visit The Vapor Chef! After slambamming the coordinates into my phone, I realized "Bummer, its kinda out of my way, and I have to go to work in a few hours.." So, sadly I made my way back to the road that goes on and on, down to the door where it began. Something blasted my mind with rays of intrigue and past memories of a vape shop in Phoenixville. I thought, "well.. why the fuck not eh?" So with my trusty steed, Sheila, The Dodge Neon, I plotted my course to lands only partially known. My destination was Liberty Vapor. While this may not seem like much to most, I have only been vaping for 4 months and have never visited a true shop. My vape life was a collage of websurfing for the best prices and information. With a hodgepodge of parts from different corners of the Interwebs. My vape at my side is my trusty Vamo V5 with a pink Protank II(I was under the assumption it was red, but the wonderful woman in my life has pointed out.. it is pink) with a rebuilt coil I did myself! So I drove up the snow drifted streets of Phoenixville to find a wonderful little shop with a sign saying "Liberty Vapor" So I dismounted, leaving Sheila to her own accord, and proceeded to enter the shop... I am immediately hit my the sweet sweet smell of juice. Oh and BY THE GODS it was glorious. It is a clean, beautifully put together store. I kick the snow from my boots and head inside. I sit at the bar and discuss I am a vapor and happened to stop in while on a journey. I was welcomed with open arms by these Cadillac's of men, these...Adonis's of Vapor. I set to discussing vaping while sampling their juices. All of which were lovely. I was tempted to purchase myself my first mech, but thought long and hard. Being reminded that I still had a journey, and Sheila needed food and rest. I decided against the purchase of batteries, mech, and RDA. Instead, I indulged myself in their Stars N Stripes juice, which is a wonderfully fresh blend of Strawberry, Blueberry, and Cream. I felt Uncle Sam firmly patting my buttocks as I decided upon it. I smiled and internally shuttered with an orgasm that George Washington probably felt as he beat up British kids. I also picked up my first RDA! an IGO-W4. So after trading currency for supplies, I said my heart felt good byes. In hopes that on my return to the airport, I will return with my lady love and show her the wonders of the shop. I mounted my vigilant metallic steed Sheila and drove off into the west... and kinda North. I returned home after many miles, and made my way into the room that is not nasty or dirty. I proceeded to level up my coil making skill and build my first RDA(From 28ga Kanthal and Sterile cotton) which I then took to work with me. I have been using it all day and night, and Love it! So now, here I sit, recapping my journey with you all, and puffing away on my juice and new RDA. I hope you enjoyed my journey. It was quite fun, and mayhap in the next week, I will venture forth to the cozy tavernesque wonder which is Liberty Vapor. Take Care and have a wonderful night. TL;DR Read it. Please?

In a room in a house there lived a Vapor, not a nasty dirty wet room, filled with... Oh.. sorry. Hi all, I am sigmaQuotient and I am here to share a fun little adventure I had today pertaining to the advancement in my vaping experience. Well.. Enjoy! or don't. So today..I suppose technically yesterday since it is 2am EST. I had to get up far earlier than I normally awaken to this world. I was on a quest to take my beloved to the Philly airport for a plane to an internship. Living in the Berks County area, this was a good hour and a half escort quest. So no mindless mob killing or collection quests mind you. I successfully dropped her off, with a departure filled with kisses and promises of some sweet sweet candy (BAM!) later. As I took the wrong turns, leading me deeper into the city of brotherly love...mayhap carnal.. who knows, but I hope not. Anyway, I was sitting at a traffic light contemplating where being swept out my door may take me. I figured.. HEY! I can go visit The Vapor Chef! After slambamming the coordinates into my phone, I realized "Bummer, its kinda out of my way, and I have to go to work in a few hours.." So, sadly I made my way back to the road that goes on and on, down to the door where it began. Something blasted my mind with rays of intrigue and past memories of a vape shop in Phoenixville. I thought, "well.. why the fuck not eh?" So with my trusty steed, Sheila, The Dodge Neon, I plotted my course to lands only partially known. My destination was Liberty Vapor. While this may not seem like much to most, I have only been vaping for 4 months and have never visited a true shop. My vape life was a collage of websurfing for the best prices and information. With a hodgepodge of parts from different corners of the Interwebs. My vape at my side is my trusty Vamo V5 with a pink Protank II(I was under the assumption it was red, but the wonderful woman in my life has pointed out.. it is pink) with a rebuilt coil I did myself! So I drove up the snow drifted streets of Phoenixville to find a wonderful little shop with a sign saying "Liberty Vapor" So I dismounted, leaving Sheila to her own accord, and proceeded to enter the shop... I am immediately hit my the sweet sweet smell of juice. Oh and BY THE GODS it was glorious. It is a clean, beautifully put together store. I kick the snow from my boots and head inside. I sit at the bar and discuss I am a vapor and happened to stop in while on a journey. I was welcomed with open arms by these Cadillac's of men, these...Adonis's of Vapor. I set to discussing vaping while sampling their juices. All of which were lovely. I was tempted to purchase myself my first mech, but thought long and hard. Being reminded that I still had a journey, and Sheila needed food and rest. I decided against the purchase of batteries, mech, and RDA. Instead, I indulged myself in their Stars N Stripes juice, which is a wonderfully fresh blend of Strawberry, Blueberry, and Cream. I felt Uncle Sam firmly patting my buttocks as I decided upon it. I smiled and internally shuttered with an orgasm that George Washington probably felt as he beat up British kids. I also picked up my first RDA! an IGO-W4. So after trading currency for supplies, I said my heart felt good byes. In hopes that on my return to the airport, I will return with my lady love and show her the wonders of the shop. I mounted my vigilant metallic steed Sheila and drove off into the west... and kinda North. I returned home after many miles, and made my way into the room that is not nasty or dirty. I proceeded to level up my coil making skill and build my first RDA(From 28ga Kanthal and Sterile cotton) which I then took to work with me. I have been using it all day and night, and Love it! So now, here I sit, recapping my journey with you all, and puffing away on my juice and new RDA. I hope you enjoyed my journey. It was quite fun, and mayhap in the next week, I will venture forth to the cozy tavernesque wonder which is Liberty Vapor. Take Care and have a wonderful night. TL;DR Read it. Please?

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In a room in a house there lived a Vapor, not a nasty dirty wet room, filled with... Oh.. sorry. Hi all, I am sigmaQuotient and I am here to share a fun little adventure I had today pertaining to the advancement in my vaping experience. Well.. Enjoy! or don't. So today..I suppose technically yesterday since it is 2am EST. I had to get up far earlier than I normally awaken to this world. I was on a quest to take my beloved to the Philly airport for a plane to an internship. Living in the Berks County area, this was a good hour and a half escort quest. So no mindless mob killing or collection quests mind you. I successfully dropped her off, with a departure filled with kisses and promises of some sweet sweet candy (BAM!) later. As I took the wrong turns, leading me deeper into the city of brotherly love...mayhap carnal.. who knows, but I hope not. Anyway, I was sitting at a traffic light contemplating where being swept out my door may take me. I figured.. HEY! I can go visit The Vapor Chef! After slambamming the coordinates into my phone, I realized "Bummer, its kinda out of my way, and I have to go to work in a few hours.." So, sadly I made my way back to the road that goes on and on, down to the door where it began. Something blasted my mind with rays of intrigue and past memories of a vape shop in Phoenixville. I thought, "well.. why the fuck not eh?" So with my trusty steed, Sheila, The Dodge Neon, I plotted my course to lands only partially known. My destination was Liberty Vapor. While this may not seem like much to most, I have only been vaping for 4 months and have never visited a true shop. My vape life was a collage of websurfing for the best prices and information. With a hodgepodge of parts from different corners of the Interwebs. My vape at my side is my trusty Vamo V5 with a pink Protank II(I was under the assumption it was red, but the wonderful woman in my life has pointed out.. it is pink) with a rebuilt coil I did myself! So I drove up the snow drifted streets of Phoenixville to find a wonderful little shop with a sign saying "Liberty Vapor" So I dismounted, leaving Sheila to her own accord, and proceeded to enter the shop... I am immediately hit my the sweet sweet smell of juice. Oh and BY THE GODS it was glorious. It is a clean, beautifully put together store. I kick the snow from my boots and head inside. I sit at the bar and discuss I am a vapor and happened to stop in while on a journey. I was welcomed with open arms by these Cadillac's of men, these...Adonis's of Vapor. I set to discussing vaping while sampling their juices. All of which were lovely. I was tempted to purchase myself my first mech, but thought long and hard. Being reminded that I still had a journey, and Sheila needed food and rest. I decided against the purchase of batteries, mech, and RDA. Instead, I indulged myself in their Stars N Stripes juice, which is a wonderfully fresh blend of Strawberry, Blueberry, and Cream. I felt Uncle Sam firmly patting my buttocks as I decided upon it. I smiled and internally shuttered with an orgasm that George Washington probably felt as he beat up British kids. I also picked up my first RDA! an IGO-W4. So after trading currency for supplies, I said my heart felt good byes. In hopes that on my return to the airport, I will return with my lady love and show her the wonders of the shop. I mounted my vigilant metallic steed Sheila and drove off into the west... and kinda North. I returned home after many miles, and made my way into the room that is not nasty or dirty. I proceeded to level up my coil making skill and build my first RDA(From 28ga Kanthal and Sterile cotton) which I then took to work with me. I have been using it all day and night, and Love it! So now, here I sit, recapping my journey with you all, and puffing away on my juice and new RDA. I hope you enjoyed my journey. It was quite fun, and mayhap in the next week, I will venture forth to the cozy tavernesque wonder which is Liberty Vapor. Take Care and have a wonderful night.

Read it. Please?

NSAWorker32598

So just a little background, we have been dating 8 months now. This is her first ever relationship and my 2nd serious one. We are both virgins but are pretty sexually adventurous. So my girlfriend Maddie and I have been dating for 8 months and it has been amazing. This girl is beautiful, athletic and honestly the smartest person I know. We have been thought the honeymoon phase Id say and are very comfortable with each other. I'd say we communicate pretty well and have similar views and personalities. Our biggest disagreement was when she was getting annoying about asking for the identity of a friend who lost their virginity or this one time she hurt my feelings. Both were over and done with in 10 minutes. My big question is *shouldnt* we be having fights. We're still young and this isn't even a big concern it's just kind of an oddity to me. Any input would be great! tl;dr: is it weird that my gf and I haven't REALLY fought in 8 months?

So just a little background, we have been dating 8 months now. This is her first ever relationship and my 2nd serious one. We are both virgins but are pretty sexually adventurous. So my girlfriend Maddie and I have been dating for 8 months and it has been amazing. This girl is beautiful, athletic and honestly the smartest person I know. We have been thought the honeymoon phase Id say and are very comfortable with each other. I'd say we communicate pretty well and have similar views and personalities. Our biggest disagreement was when she was getting annoying about asking for the identity of a friend who lost their virginity or this one time she hurt my feelings. Both were over and done with in 10 minutes. My big question is shouldnt we be having fights. We're still young and this isn't even a big concern it's just kind of an oddity to me. Any input would be great! tl;dr: is it weird that my gf and I haven't REALLY fought in 8 months?

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So just a little background, we have been dating 8 months now. This is her first ever relationship and my 2nd serious one. We are both virgins but are pretty sexually adventurous. So my girlfriend Maddie and I have been dating for 8 months and it has been amazing. This girl is beautiful, athletic and honestly the smartest person I know. We have been thought the honeymoon phase Id say and are very comfortable with each other. I'd say we communicate pretty well and have similar views and personalities. Our biggest disagreement was when she was getting annoying about asking for the identity of a friend who lost their virginity or this one time she hurt my feelings. Both were over and done with in 10 minutes. My big question is shouldnt we be having fights. We're still young and this isn't even a big concern it's just kind of an oddity to me. Any input would be great!

is it weird that my gf and I haven't REALLY fought in 8 months?

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Mine happened about 3 years ago. I had been on this medication for a couple months without incident until one morning I woke up with a diamond hard erection. It happens more times than not so I just ignored it and went about my morning routine. It didn't go down at all. So I gave myself a hand and waited. Still didn't go down. After a bit I did it again. It was the first time I didn't enjoy me time. Still rock hard. I ended up doing 4 or 5 times altogether, each time was worse than the last. In between times I had a bag of frozen broccoli on my crotch. Neither helped bring the theroyalkid down at all. I didn't have internet at the time, but I had seen a Martin Lawrence movie where he had taken viagra or something and was hoping to God that the movie was just making a joke as far as treatment. I sucked it up and started walking (no car) to the hospital. I stuck mostly to the back streets, but I did have to cross on to mainstreet to get there. I kept my head down, but heard some laughing that I'm pretty sure were about my obvious boner. When I finally got to the ER, it was of course packed and the twisted receptionist refused to hear me when I tried to whisper what the emergency was. 20 minute wait felt like hours. The people waiting with me were kind though and didn't laugh. When I did get in to see a doctor, he inspected it, left and came back with two other people, they inspected as well. He then informed me that he'd like to get an opinion from another doctor who had a practice downtown. So there I waited in a hospital gown, all the while different nurses coming in and out not even trying not to look. When the downtown practice guy got there he said he wanted to an ultrasound on it. Seemed legit. I was put in a wheelchair, and pushed to the elevator (with a bunch of people in it) to maternity of all departments and the technician did an ultrasound on my wood.(Think about that pregnant redditors) I'm still not sure what the ultrasound was supposed to accomplish. At that point, I was giving one word answers and trying not to cry of embarrassment. Eventually they got around to actually treating it. They tried this shot in my arm that was supposed to relax me, but it didn't work. So they numbed the area the best they could and with the biggest fucking needle I've ever seen drained the blood by poking it in different spots. Even numbed, it hurt so fucking much. My wang was bruised all over, it looked and felt awful for a few days, but besides that no permanent physical damage. Mentally though...I haven't been back to that ER since. So what's your hospital horror story? tl;dr not all erections end well.

Mine happened about 3 years ago. I had been on this medication for a couple months without incident until one morning I woke up with a diamond hard erection. It happens more times than not so I just ignored it and went about my morning routine. It didn't go down at all. So I gave myself a hand and waited. Still didn't go down. After a bit I did it again. It was the first time I didn't enjoy me time. Still rock hard. I ended up doing 4 or 5 times altogether, each time was worse than the last. In between times I had a bag of frozen broccoli on my crotch. Neither helped bring the theroyalkid down at all. I didn't have internet at the time, but I had seen a Martin Lawrence movie where he had taken viagra or something and was hoping to God that the movie was just making a joke as far as treatment. I sucked it up and started walking (no car) to the hospital. I stuck mostly to the back streets, but I did have to cross on to mainstreet to get there. I kept my head down, but heard some laughing that I'm pretty sure were about my obvious boner. When I finally got to the ER, it was of course packed and the twisted receptionist refused to hear me when I tried to whisper what the emergency was. 20 minute wait felt like hours. The people waiting with me were kind though and didn't laugh. When I did get in to see a doctor, he inspected it, left and came back with two other people, they inspected as well. He then informed me that he'd like to get an opinion from another doctor who had a practice downtown. So there I waited in a hospital gown, all the while different nurses coming in and out not even trying not to look. When the downtown practice guy got there he said he wanted to an ultrasound on it. Seemed legit. I was put in a wheelchair, and pushed to the elevator (with a bunch of people in it) to maternity of all departments and the technician did an ultrasound on my wood.(Think about that pregnant redditors) I'm still not sure what the ultrasound was supposed to accomplish. At that point, I was giving one word answers and trying not to cry of embarrassment. Eventually they got around to actually treating it. They tried this shot in my arm that was supposed to relax me, but it didn't work. So they numbed the area the best they could and with the biggest fucking needle I've ever seen drained the blood by poking it in different spots. Even numbed, it hurt so fucking much. My wang was bruised all over, it looked and felt awful for a few days, but besides that no permanent physical damage. Mentally though...I haven't been back to that ER since. So what's your hospital horror story? tl;dr not all erections end well.

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Mine happened about 3 years ago. I had been on this medication for a couple months without incident until one morning I woke up with a diamond hard erection. It happens more times than not so I just ignored it and went about my morning routine. It didn't go down at all. So I gave myself a hand and waited. Still didn't go down. After a bit I did it again. It was the first time I didn't enjoy me time. Still rock hard. I ended up doing 4 or 5 times altogether, each time was worse than the last. In between times I had a bag of frozen broccoli on my crotch. Neither helped bring the theroyalkid down at all. I didn't have internet at the time, but I had seen a Martin Lawrence movie where he had taken viagra or something and was hoping to God that the movie was just making a joke as far as treatment. I sucked it up and started walking (no car) to the hospital. I stuck mostly to the back streets, but I did have to cross on to mainstreet to get there. I kept my head down, but heard some laughing that I'm pretty sure were about my obvious boner. When I finally got to the ER, it was of course packed and the twisted receptionist refused to hear me when I tried to whisper what the emergency was. 20 minute wait felt like hours. The people waiting with me were kind though and didn't laugh. When I did get in to see a doctor, he inspected it, left and came back with two other people, they inspected as well. He then informed me that he'd like to get an opinion from another doctor who had a practice downtown. So there I waited in a hospital gown, all the while different nurses coming in and out not even trying not to look. When the downtown practice guy got there he said he wanted to an ultrasound on it. Seemed legit. I was put in a wheelchair, and pushed to the elevator (with a bunch of people in it) to maternity of all departments and the technician did an ultrasound on my wood.(Think about that pregnant redditors) I'm still not sure what the ultrasound was supposed to accomplish. At that point, I was giving one word answers and trying not to cry of embarrassment. Eventually they got around to actually treating it. They tried this shot in my arm that was supposed to relax me, but it didn't work. So they numbed the area the best they could and with the biggest fucking needle I've ever seen drained the blood by poking it in different spots. Even numbed, it hurt so fucking much. My wang was bruised all over, it looked and felt awful for a few days, but besides that no permanent physical damage. Mentally though...I haven't been back to that ER since. So what's your hospital horror story?

not all erections end well.

scsoc

There was one that shut down around 1999/2000 (Pla-Mor Lanes) because it got too skeezy. Coral Lanes in Coralville shut down after the 2008 flooding because their wood lanes were ruined and it would have been hundreds of thousands if not millions of dollars to rebuild. Colonial Lanes (I worked there on and off for seven years) is run by a very sensible (and very stingy) guy who very smartly pulled in the league bowlers from those other locations (league bowlers are the financial backbone of any bowling alley), and they are very loyal to him, making it very difficult for any other bowling alley to get into the area. A handful of people have toyed with the idea of opening one in North Liberty, but as far as I can tell, have been unable to find financing. Opening a bowling alley is an extremely expensive venture, as the pinsetting machines and lane surfaces are very pricey (as there are only two or three companies that sell them). tl;dr Two others shut down in the past 10-15 years and opening a new one would be very costly.

There was one that shut down around 1999/2000 (Pla-Mor Lanes) because it got too skeezy. Coral Lanes in Coralville shut down after the 2008 flooding because their wood lanes were ruined and it would have been hundreds of thousands if not millions of dollars to rebuild. Colonial Lanes (I worked there on and off for seven years) is run by a very sensible (and very stingy) guy who very smartly pulled in the league bowlers from those other locations (league bowlers are the financial backbone of any bowling alley), and they are very loyal to him, making it very difficult for any other bowling alley to get into the area. A handful of people have toyed with the idea of opening one in North Liberty, but as far as I can tell, have been unable to find financing. Opening a bowling alley is an extremely expensive venture, as the pinsetting machines and lane surfaces are very pricey (as there are only two or three companies that sell them). tl;dr Two others shut down in the past 10-15 years and opening a new one would be very costly.

IowaCity

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There was one that shut down around 1999/2000 (Pla-Mor Lanes) because it got too skeezy. Coral Lanes in Coralville shut down after the 2008 flooding because their wood lanes were ruined and it would have been hundreds of thousands if not millions of dollars to rebuild. Colonial Lanes (I worked there on and off for seven years) is run by a very sensible (and very stingy) guy who very smartly pulled in the league bowlers from those other locations (league bowlers are the financial backbone of any bowling alley), and they are very loyal to him, making it very difficult for any other bowling alley to get into the area. A handful of people have toyed with the idea of opening one in North Liberty, but as far as I can tell, have been unable to find financing. Opening a bowling alley is an extremely expensive venture, as the pinsetting machines and lane surfaces are very pricey (as there are only two or three companies that sell them).

Two others shut down in the past 10-15 years and opening a new one would be very costly.

unhealthyboyfriend

We've been in a relationship for 2 years. At the moment I am frustrated with my boyfriend for two main reasons: First: He lets his family choose what he gets to eat (literally fast food for every meal) because he is too lazy to cook. He says he likes home-cooked food but expects me to do the cooking because he "doesn't know how" (which he knows is a pet peeve of mine: using ignorance as an excuse). The last time I cooked something for him he let half of it go to waste and just went back to eating fast food. What's even worse is that he then complains how expensive groceries are, even though one grocery trip provides enough food for several meals. I'm mainly worried because I see myself in a long-term relationship with him but if he follows in his parents' footsteps, there will definitely be health complications as a result of his current diet, which is not something I'm keen on...especially if he can prevent it. Second: He does not make an appointment to get a yearly general checkup. I know most people don't stick to a yearly checkup plan like my family did, so the lack of consistent doctor's appointments don't bother me. However, my boyfriend complains very often about his back problems, he sometimes has bloody stool, and he most recently had some pain flare up in his leg that left him unable to walk for a couple of days. On top of that, his diet is terrible. I just want him to make an appointment for a general checkup, get a blood test done, get some diagnoses or opinions on whatever is going on with his health, etc... He says once that he told a doctor about a health problem but was not taken seriously when he was younger. I understand that that disregard could have left him wary of doctors but I said I would be with him every step of the way. However, I can't force him to make a doctor's appointment. He's a grown man and I don't think "I don't know how" is a valid excuse for not making one. I have told him how over and over again how serious both issues are to me but I don't think he seems to understand. My boyfriend has a habit of keeping to the short-term while I think I may be more focused on the long-term (school, finance, health, etc.). tl;dr: My boyfriend only eats fast food and can't make a doctor's appointment despite needing one. I don't like it and try to get him to act differently but am I just being picky and unreasonable? Should/Can I do anything to change his mind/attitude?

We've been in a relationship for 2 years. At the moment I am frustrated with my boyfriend for two main reasons: First: He lets his family choose what he gets to eat (literally fast food for every meal) because he is too lazy to cook. He says he likes home-cooked food but expects me to do the cooking because he "doesn't know how" (which he knows is a pet peeve of mine: using ignorance as an excuse). The last time I cooked something for him he let half of it go to waste and just went back to eating fast food. What's even worse is that he then complains how expensive groceries are, even though one grocery trip provides enough food for several meals. I'm mainly worried because I see myself in a long-term relationship with him but if he follows in his parents' footsteps, there will definitely be health complications as a result of his current diet, which is not something I'm keen on...especially if he can prevent it. Second: He does not make an appointment to get a yearly general checkup. I know most people don't stick to a yearly checkup plan like my family did, so the lack of consistent doctor's appointments don't bother me. However, my boyfriend complains very often about his back problems, he sometimes has bloody stool, and he most recently had some pain flare up in his leg that left him unable to walk for a couple of days. On top of that, his diet is terrible. I just want him to make an appointment for a general checkup, get a blood test done, get some diagnoses or opinions on whatever is going on with his health, etc... He says once that he told a doctor about a health problem but was not taken seriously when he was younger. I understand that that disregard could have left him wary of doctors but I said I would be with him every step of the way. However, I can't force him to make a doctor's appointment. He's a grown man and I don't think "I don't know how" is a valid excuse for not making one. I have told him how over and over again how serious both issues are to me but I don't think he seems to understand. My boyfriend has a habit of keeping to the short-term while I think I may be more focused on the long-term (school, finance, health, etc.). tl;dr: My boyfriend only eats fast food and can't make a doctor's appointment despite needing one. I don't like it and try to get him to act differently but am I just being picky and unreasonable? Should/Can I do anything to change his mind/attitude?

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We've been in a relationship for 2 years. At the moment I am frustrated with my boyfriend for two main reasons: First: He lets his family choose what he gets to eat (literally fast food for every meal) because he is too lazy to cook. He says he likes home-cooked food but expects me to do the cooking because he "doesn't know how" (which he knows is a pet peeve of mine: using ignorance as an excuse). The last time I cooked something for him he let half of it go to waste and just went back to eating fast food. What's even worse is that he then complains how expensive groceries are, even though one grocery trip provides enough food for several meals. I'm mainly worried because I see myself in a long-term relationship with him but if he follows in his parents' footsteps, there will definitely be health complications as a result of his current diet, which is not something I'm keen on...especially if he can prevent it. Second: He does not make an appointment to get a yearly general checkup. I know most people don't stick to a yearly checkup plan like my family did, so the lack of consistent doctor's appointments don't bother me. However, my boyfriend complains very often about his back problems, he sometimes has bloody stool, and he most recently had some pain flare up in his leg that left him unable to walk for a couple of days. On top of that, his diet is terrible. I just want him to make an appointment for a general checkup, get a blood test done, get some diagnoses or opinions on whatever is going on with his health, etc... He says once that he told a doctor about a health problem but was not taken seriously when he was younger. I understand that that disregard could have left him wary of doctors but I said I would be with him every step of the way. However, I can't force him to make a doctor's appointment. He's a grown man and I don't think "I don't know how" is a valid excuse for not making one. I have told him how over and over again how serious both issues are to me but I don't think he seems to understand. My boyfriend has a habit of keeping to the short-term while I think I may be more focused on the long-term (school, finance, health, etc.).

My boyfriend only eats fast food and can't make a doctor's appointment despite needing one. I don't like it and try to get him to act differently but am I just being picky and unreasonable? Should/Can I do anything to change his mind/attitude?

Odinswolf

Not quite. Each of the Aesir has a hall in Asgard, Thor's being Bilskirnir, Baldr's being Hringhorni, and Freyja's (she is Vanir, but is treated as a Aesir after the exchange of hostages) being Sessrumnir. Valhalla (Hall of the Slain) is the hall belonging to Odin. According to some Saga's each of the Aesir takes in some dead to their hall (Odin, disguised, mentions that Thor's hall is that of servants (thrall) and farmers) but it is generally regarded that half the Valr (Slain) chosen by the Valkyries (Choosers of the Slain) are given to Odin for Valhalla, and the other half to Freyja, for Folkvang (her realm) and Sessrumnir (her hall) TL;DR Odin's hall is Valhalla, he just keeps his Einherjar there.

Not quite. Each of the Aesir has a hall in Asgard, Thor's being Bilskirnir, Baldr's being Hringhorni, and Freyja's (she is Vanir, but is treated as a Aesir after the exchange of hostages) being Sessrumnir. Valhalla (Hall of the Slain) is the hall belonging to Odin. According to some Saga's each of the Aesir takes in some dead to their hall (Odin, disguised, mentions that Thor's hall is that of servants (thrall) and farmers) but it is generally regarded that half the Valr (Slain) chosen by the Valkyries (Choosers of the Slain) are given to Odin for Valhalla, and the other half to Freyja, for Folkvang (her realm) and Sessrumnir (her hall) TL;DR Odin's hall is Valhalla, he just keeps his Einherjar there.

funny

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ck0nvb5

Not quite. Each of the Aesir has a hall in Asgard, Thor's being Bilskirnir, Baldr's being Hringhorni, and Freyja's (she is Vanir, but is treated as a Aesir after the exchange of hostages) being Sessrumnir. Valhalla (Hall of the Slain) is the hall belonging to Odin. According to some Saga's each of the Aesir takes in some dead to their hall (Odin, disguised, mentions that Thor's hall is that of servants (thrall) and farmers) but it is generally regarded that half the Valr (Slain) chosen by the Valkyries (Choosers of the Slain) are given to Odin for Valhalla, and the other half to Freyja, for Folkvang (her realm) and Sessrumnir (her hall)

Odin's hall is Valhalla, he just keeps his Einherjar there.

Quarkism

What do you mean by smaller? Moores law *only* applies to cpus. Moreover moores law *has expired*, the gains are no longer exponential... thats why Intel and friends are layering cpus now. Tl;DR : over abstraction and generallites are a sign of a shallow philosophy. They are more about fixing the facts than real observational science.

What do you mean by smaller? Moores law only applies to cpus. Moreover moores law has expired , the gains are no longer exponential... thats why Intel and friends are layering cpus now. Tl;DR : over abstraction and generallites are a sign of a shallow philosophy. They are more about fixing the facts than real observational science.

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What do you mean by smaller? Moores law only applies to cpus. Moreover moores law has expired , the gains are no longer exponential... thats why Intel and friends are layering cpus now.

over abstraction and generallites are a sign of a shallow philosophy. They are more about fixing the facts than real observational science.

JohnBrookz

Before anybody says he's "fine" or "overpowered" let's take a look at his statistics. Across the board Yasuo has a very low winrate of around 45-47 after the recent buff making him a better pick than urgot. But what makes him so weak? I feel its in the way riot designed him originally and changed his kit so dramatically. If anybody bothers to look at the history of yasuo you can easily see how much he has been gutted. Originally designed as a mid game carry he is now a lategame carry that is out scaled by yi and the likes. He was also originally designed as a mid laner but now his base stats are so low he can't even compete with many of them. Zed for example scale much better than yasuo with higher bade stats and a much stronger kit for teamfights while being just as mobile. While many can surely say yasuos wall and e are just as strong that's not true at all because of how squishy yasuo really is and how those skills have been so completely gutted since release. I understand my post isn't very coherent because I'm tired but I've really come to enjoy yasuo and I would like riot to give him a little more love than the community that hates him. Tl;Dr riot doesn't know what to do with yasuo and its a shame because he is so fun. They should look into his scaling because there are so much better picks right now.

Before anybody says he's "fine" or "overpowered" let's take a look at his statistics. Across the board Yasuo has a very low winrate of around 45-47 after the recent buff making him a better pick than urgot. But what makes him so weak? I feel its in the way riot designed him originally and changed his kit so dramatically. If anybody bothers to look at the history of yasuo you can easily see how much he has been gutted. Originally designed as a mid game carry he is now a lategame carry that is out scaled by yi and the likes. He was also originally designed as a mid laner but now his base stats are so low he can't even compete with many of them. Zed for example scale much better than yasuo with higher bade stats and a much stronger kit for teamfights while being just as mobile. While many can surely say yasuos wall and e are just as strong that's not true at all because of how squishy yasuo really is and how those skills have been so completely gutted since release. I understand my post isn't very coherent because I'm tired but I've really come to enjoy yasuo and I would like riot to give him a little more love than the community that hates him. Tl;Dr riot doesn't know what to do with yasuo and its a shame because he is so fun. They should look into his scaling because there are so much better picks right now.

leagueoflegends

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t3_2rdsoa

Before anybody says he's "fine" or "overpowered" let's take a look at his statistics. Across the board Yasuo has a very low winrate of around 45-47 after the recent buff making him a better pick than urgot. But what makes him so weak? I feel its in the way riot designed him originally and changed his kit so dramatically. If anybody bothers to look at the history of yasuo you can easily see how much he has been gutted. Originally designed as a mid game carry he is now a lategame carry that is out scaled by yi and the likes. He was also originally designed as a mid laner but now his base stats are so low he can't even compete with many of them. Zed for example scale much better than yasuo with higher bade stats and a much stronger kit for teamfights while being just as mobile. While many can surely say yasuos wall and e are just as strong that's not true at all because of how squishy yasuo really is and how those skills have been so completely gutted since release. I understand my post isn't very coherent because I'm tired but I've really come to enjoy yasuo and I would like riot to give him a little more love than the community that hates him.

riot doesn't know what to do with yasuo and its a shame because he is so fun. They should look into his scaling because there are so much better picks right now.

hampig

I go to a community college in Flint, Michigan, ghetto through and through. Today during my marketing class several students admitted to regularly drinking and driving. I had a human sexuality class last semester where homosexuals were openly mocked regularly during class and having multiple kids before 20 was talked about as something that just naturally happens. I should start a list of the things I hear, it's ridiculous how little education and having an open-minded mentality seems to matter to the students at a college. To make it worse, I work at what is essentially a pawn-shop in an even worse part of town and regularly have to work with these same people who now are selling their clearly stolen goods to me WHILE displaying their guns proudly on their sides. One time after what we can only assume was a disgruntled customer tried to burn down our store a cop at the scene told us that we have a very dangerous job. That's what you get for going to a community college in a ghetto though I suppose. tl;dr: ghettos suck.

I go to a community college in Flint, Michigan, ghetto through and through. Today during my marketing class several students admitted to regularly drinking and driving. I had a human sexuality class last semester where homosexuals were openly mocked regularly during class and having multiple kids before 20 was talked about as something that just naturally happens. I should start a list of the things I hear, it's ridiculous how little education and having an open-minded mentality seems to matter to the students at a college. To make it worse, I work at what is essentially a pawn-shop in an even worse part of town and regularly have to work with these same people who now are selling their clearly stolen goods to me WHILE displaying their guns proudly on their sides. One time after what we can only assume was a disgruntled customer tried to burn down our store a cop at the scene told us that we have a very dangerous job. That's what you get for going to a community college in a ghetto though I suppose. tl;dr: ghettos suck.

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I go to a community college in Flint, Michigan, ghetto through and through. Today during my marketing class several students admitted to regularly drinking and driving. I had a human sexuality class last semester where homosexuals were openly mocked regularly during class and having multiple kids before 20 was talked about as something that just naturally happens. I should start a list of the things I hear, it's ridiculous how little education and having an open-minded mentality seems to matter to the students at a college. To make it worse, I work at what is essentially a pawn-shop in an even worse part of town and regularly have to work with these same people who now are selling their clearly stolen goods to me WHILE displaying their guns proudly on their sides. One time after what we can only assume was a disgruntled customer tried to burn down our store a cop at the scene told us that we have a very dangerous job. That's what you get for going to a community college in a ghetto though I suppose.

ghettos suck.

Gtbfrv

When I was a junior, I was the captain of my debate team, and met a girl who was a freshman at the time when she joined the team. We became friends, but never really spent time together outside of debate. I just graduated last Spring, but I'm going to community college locally so I've stayed on as a mentor for the team, and have been attending the meetings to help out the student leadership. Over the course of this summer, I started having a bit of a crush on my friend, and it has gotten to the point where I am considering asking her out. The only issue is that I am technically an employee of the district (so that I can be covered by their insurance since I'll be watching kids. At the end of last school year, my last relationship ended when my girlfriend of 2 years decided to start dating her former teacher (a 44 year old), so I'm particularly sensitive to the power dynamic issue in relationships. On the one hand, I know the situation is different with my friend since she sees me as a peer, but I've developed a strong moral stance on this type of issue is hard to shake. I just don't quite know how to approach this with myself or with her without either of us feeling taken advantage of. --- TL;DR Became "adult" mentor of my schools debate team and have a crush on former classmate. Best to let this go, or should I pursue?

When I was a junior, I was the captain of my debate team, and met a girl who was a freshman at the time when she joined the team. We became friends, but never really spent time together outside of debate. I just graduated last Spring, but I'm going to community college locally so I've stayed on as a mentor for the team, and have been attending the meetings to help out the student leadership. Over the course of this summer, I started having a bit of a crush on my friend, and it has gotten to the point where I am considering asking her out. The only issue is that I am technically an employee of the district (so that I can be covered by their insurance since I'll be watching kids. At the end of last school year, my last relationship ended when my girlfriend of 2 years decided to start dating her former teacher (a 44 year old), so I'm particularly sensitive to the power dynamic issue in relationships. On the one hand, I know the situation is different with my friend since she sees me as a peer, but I've developed a strong moral stance on this type of issue is hard to shake. I just don't quite know how to approach this with myself or with her without either of us feeling taken advantage of. TL;DR Became "adult" mentor of my schools debate team and have a crush on former classmate. Best to let this go, or should I pursue?

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When I was a junior, I was the captain of my debate team, and met a girl who was a freshman at the time when she joined the team. We became friends, but never really spent time together outside of debate. I just graduated last Spring, but I'm going to community college locally so I've stayed on as a mentor for the team, and have been attending the meetings to help out the student leadership. Over the course of this summer, I started having a bit of a crush on my friend, and it has gotten to the point where I am considering asking her out. The only issue is that I am technically an employee of the district (so that I can be covered by their insurance since I'll be watching kids. At the end of last school year, my last relationship ended when my girlfriend of 2 years decided to start dating her former teacher (a 44 year old), so I'm particularly sensitive to the power dynamic issue in relationships. On the one hand, I know the situation is different with my friend since she sees me as a peer, but I've developed a strong moral stance on this type of issue is hard to shake. I just don't quite know how to approach this with myself or with her without either of us feeling taken advantage of.

Became "adult" mentor of my schools debate team and have a crush on former classmate. Best to let this go, or should I pursue?

internetmanbearpig

At 11.13AM on the 13th of January 2016, I made the grave mistake of contacting a recruitment company based in Portsmouth who call themselves The Best Connection, I can tell you they are anything but! I contacted this company off the back of a job advertisement that I saw on Gumtree for a Driver/Laborer. I spoke to a chap named James initially who was pleasant and polite, we spoke about why I was calling, to which I stated "to find out more information about the role advertised" from there James went on to depict 2 different types of driving jobs with information on both and differing rates of pay. Now I knew what was going on, James didn’t really have any jobs, James just posts adverts for jobs that either don’t exist or did exist but they knowingly continue to use the advertisement to attract candidates under false pretenses I.e. the interest generated through the advertised position which do not exist. Now I like to get straight to the point so I asked the guy "Do you have this job? Or any? Or are you just finding people to sell?". James dithered again but he admitted that there was no job, but don’t worry, he will find me one, what a guy. he just wants to sell sell sell so he will say anything here to keep me interested. From here we spoke about what I've done before and currently doing, you know all in aid to help find me a job right? Now ill say here.. we both know that other agencies get used to supply the supply of workers to a single client, I suppose, to keep them competitive with each other on price. It's normal business practice to use various suppliers so there should not really be any issues in the next part of this story letter. It came up that I was currently working with a Client of thiers through a competitor of thiers. From here the call trailed to off to the conclusion that James would look for suitable jobs for me based off of a 3 minute phone conversation and my name and number. A little later on in the day at 12.37PM I received a call from CeeJay, another cool dude from "The Best Connection" He was in charge of Industrial and was they guy with the jobs, well this is good for me right? I got the guy with the jobs on the phone. The first topic to help me get a job was apparently my current employment through their competitor. Now I told this guy as well, I'm not quitting this, im simply looking at what else is out there and if they had anything, that I would be interested in having a look, to which was followed by my notice period which I said none, because I haven't got one as I'm not fully employed or thinking of leaving. After the 3rd degree from CeeJay he said the best thing was for me to come in and have a look at my CV to look at what they could offer me in terms of employment. Since there is no harm in looking at the market and finding out if I could get a better job I said yes. So CeeJay being the model of organization and time keeping booked me in for another call at precisely "sometime tomorrow" to then arrange for me to come in so he can look at a document that I could send to him over email. Right.. Ok CeeJay you do that, yep ok bye. Call came in at 9 seconds shorter than the first call but now things were getting somewhere... At 13.03PM I received a call from the recruitment consultant that I currently work through for her to inform me that the private and confidential and in no way consented to be discussed conversation regarding my employment which I rely on to do things like feed and house me, that was had with cool CeeJay, had been shared with the main supervisor responsible with making decisions on who to keep on and who to let go from the job. Not only had the conversation been shared with him but he had blatantly lied and stated that I was actively seeking employment!! Now cool as a cucumber I told her in no uncertain terms that this guy was lying and that I had not expressed that to him, I only requested information from him. I am not planning on quitting my job and between us I asked my manager for additional PPE the day before due to my intent to stay on the job much longer. Anyway, she said she would let the main boss man know my side of the story. CeeJay must have just ended the call with me and instantly contacted my employer to break many DPA and confidentiality laws and rules to try and get one over on a competitor, not cool CeeJay, not cool. About a minute later, maybe more, my manager arrived on the job to inform me that because of what had transpired I now had only 3 days remaining on the job and would have to look elsewhere for work. He also informed me that 3 agency staff were due to be dismissed due to being overstaffed however I was never on that list and was not due to be, I know this to be the truth because I had actually been offered full employment previously from him and the big boss but refused due to being financially worse off if I accepted, but that’s another story. I was a good worker and would have been kept on if this did not occur. There are other agency staff who have been there for 2 years so there is no question that my refusal of permanent work did not result in my dismissal. Now I tried to contact CeeJay at 13.06PM after hearing this news but found that he was out on lunch, or visiting a client. No one was too sure on his whereabouts but he was 100% not in the office. So I arrived at the office, it was 10 minutes walk from where I was working that day so I decided to go and speak to this guy face to face to try and attempt to rectify this lie that he had told my employer. I wanted him to phone the boss in front of me and admit his lie over the phone in an attempt to try and persuade the boss to let me keep my job. After half hour of waiting for CeeJay to return from his lavish well over one hour lunch break James came down said that CeeJay was either out on lunch or erm, maybe somewhere else. Either way, CeeJay wasn’t answering his phone. At that moment low and behold James's phone began to ring and look who it was, CeeJay. Must have heard his ears burning or something because that is eerie. But wherever he was he wasn’t upstairs waiting for James to go down so he could ring James and not have to face me. Now me and CeeJay began to discuss what he had done and that he had directly caused me to loose me my job through lying to my employer whilst he also broke confidentiality and privacy and directly disrupted my employment. Now CeeJay's reply to this was PSL, yep that’s right he said there on a PSL and because of this it somehow gives him the right to ring up and tell this boss guy exaggerated and out of context information and just blatant lies really. Now he was adamant that this PSL gave him the right to do this, it was his go to thing, almost a catchphrase, PSL, PSL. On the call we established that there was no job initially and that all I wanted was information so there was no reason to divulge the information with the boss which he had no right to do in the first place. He asked me what I wanted and I told him, I want him to phone up the boss and tell him that he lied and that what he said was not correct and he was in the wrong, I said I wanted to sit here and hear him do it over loudspeaker however because he was not here that he would do it and someone would contact me to let me know that it had been done. After that call ended I spoke to James who also still insisted that the PSL was their get out of jail free card and that they could just say what they wanted, he also kept insisting that there was a job, but they just didn’t have it yet. It actually took about 4 runs through for him to understand that having a job and maybe having a job at some point in the future are not the same thing. Anyway James went on to explain the actual reason behind the catchphrase that is PSL. You see apparently the company had not initially approached "The Best Connection" for this staffing requirement and had therefore breached some formality of the contract and he had called him to discuss this matter. It is clear now that the call was mishandled and what should have been a strictly business call became a personal call aimed to promote the business and personal relationship between CeeJay the agency and the client at the full expense of the candidate (me). James admitted at this point that the call was mishandled and that he would personally ensure that CeeJay contacts the client as per my request and that he would call me rather than CeeJay to let me know that the call had been made. It is now the evening of the same day and I have yet to receive any communication from the agency, I have also tried to phone my agency but have not received a return call, I even visited my agency this very day but the lady who I usually deal with is out and if there are any other jobs she will let me know or pass my details across to someone who has one. I have identified that "TBC" are members of the REC an ombudsman for agencies and upon reviewing their codes of practice what has happened to me today has infact broken many of them including "Members must adhere to principles of truth in advertising and will only advertise positions, through any medium, for which they have documented permission to recruit" And my favorites "Members will not undertake actions that may unfairly or unlawfully interfere in work relationships established by others" and "..undertake actions that may unfairly or unlawfully jeopardize a work seeker's employment." So there it is, my experience with "The Best Connection" a recruitment company that actively and deliberately made me lose my job. Thanks Guys TLDR- Was looking for information on a job, guy stitched me up phoned current boss and told him i was looking for work resulting in me loosing my job.

At 11.13AM on the 13th of January 2016, I made the grave mistake of contacting a recruitment company based in Portsmouth who call themselves The Best Connection, I can tell you they are anything but! I contacted this company off the back of a job advertisement that I saw on Gumtree for a Driver/Laborer. I spoke to a chap named James initially who was pleasant and polite, we spoke about why I was calling, to which I stated "to find out more information about the role advertised" from there James went on to depict 2 different types of driving jobs with information on both and differing rates of pay. Now I knew what was going on, James didn’t really have any jobs, James just posts adverts for jobs that either don’t exist or did exist but they knowingly continue to use the advertisement to attract candidates under false pretenses I.e. the interest generated through the advertised position which do not exist. Now I like to get straight to the point so I asked the guy "Do you have this job? Or any? Or are you just finding people to sell?". James dithered again but he admitted that there was no job, but don’t worry, he will find me one, what a guy. he just wants to sell sell sell so he will say anything here to keep me interested. From here we spoke about what I've done before and currently doing, you know all in aid to help find me a job right? Now ill say here.. we both know that other agencies get used to supply the supply of workers to a single client, I suppose, to keep them competitive with each other on price. It's normal business practice to use various suppliers so there should not really be any issues in the next part of this story letter. It came up that I was currently working with a Client of thiers through a competitor of thiers. From here the call trailed to off to the conclusion that James would look for suitable jobs for me based off of a 3 minute phone conversation and my name and number. A little later on in the day at 12.37PM I received a call from CeeJay, another cool dude from "The Best Connection" He was in charge of Industrial and was they guy with the jobs, well this is good for me right? I got the guy with the jobs on the phone. The first topic to help me get a job was apparently my current employment through their competitor. Now I told this guy as well, I'm not quitting this, im simply looking at what else is out there and if they had anything, that I would be interested in having a look, to which was followed by my notice period which I said none, because I haven't got one as I'm not fully employed or thinking of leaving. After the 3rd degree from CeeJay he said the best thing was for me to come in and have a look at my CV to look at what they could offer me in terms of employment. Since there is no harm in looking at the market and finding out if I could get a better job I said yes. So CeeJay being the model of organization and time keeping booked me in for another call at precisely "sometime tomorrow" to then arrange for me to come in so he can look at a document that I could send to him over email. Right.. Ok CeeJay you do that, yep ok bye. Call came in at 9 seconds shorter than the first call but now things were getting somewhere... At 13.03PM I received a call from the recruitment consultant that I currently work through for her to inform me that the private and confidential and in no way consented to be discussed conversation regarding my employment which I rely on to do things like feed and house me, that was had with cool CeeJay, had been shared with the main supervisor responsible with making decisions on who to keep on and who to let go from the job. Not only had the conversation been shared with him but he had blatantly lied and stated that I was actively seeking employment!! Now cool as a cucumber I told her in no uncertain terms that this guy was lying and that I had not expressed that to him, I only requested information from him. I am not planning on quitting my job and between us I asked my manager for additional PPE the day before due to my intent to stay on the job much longer. Anyway, she said she would let the main boss man know my side of the story. CeeJay must have just ended the call with me and instantly contacted my employer to break many DPA and confidentiality laws and rules to try and get one over on a competitor, not cool CeeJay, not cool. About a minute later, maybe more, my manager arrived on the job to inform me that because of what had transpired I now had only 3 days remaining on the job and would have to look elsewhere for work. He also informed me that 3 agency staff were due to be dismissed due to being overstaffed however I was never on that list and was not due to be, I know this to be the truth because I had actually been offered full employment previously from him and the big boss but refused due to being financially worse off if I accepted, but that’s another story. I was a good worker and would have been kept on if this did not occur. There are other agency staff who have been there for 2 years so there is no question that my refusal of permanent work did not result in my dismissal. Now I tried to contact CeeJay at 13.06PM after hearing this news but found that he was out on lunch, or visiting a client. No one was too sure on his whereabouts but he was 100% not in the office. So I arrived at the office, it was 10 minutes walk from where I was working that day so I decided to go and speak to this guy face to face to try and attempt to rectify this lie that he had told my employer. I wanted him to phone the boss in front of me and admit his lie over the phone in an attempt to try and persuade the boss to let me keep my job. After half hour of waiting for CeeJay to return from his lavish well over one hour lunch break James came down said that CeeJay was either out on lunch or erm, maybe somewhere else. Either way, CeeJay wasn’t answering his phone. At that moment low and behold James's phone began to ring and look who it was, CeeJay. Must have heard his ears burning or something because that is eerie. But wherever he was he wasn’t upstairs waiting for James to go down so he could ring James and not have to face me. Now me and CeeJay began to discuss what he had done and that he had directly caused me to loose me my job through lying to my employer whilst he also broke confidentiality and privacy and directly disrupted my employment. Now CeeJay's reply to this was PSL, yep that’s right he said there on a PSL and because of this it somehow gives him the right to ring up and tell this boss guy exaggerated and out of context information and just blatant lies really. Now he was adamant that this PSL gave him the right to do this, it was his go to thing, almost a catchphrase, PSL, PSL. On the call we established that there was no job initially and that all I wanted was information so there was no reason to divulge the information with the boss which he had no right to do in the first place. He asked me what I wanted and I told him, I want him to phone up the boss and tell him that he lied and that what he said was not correct and he was in the wrong, I said I wanted to sit here and hear him do it over loudspeaker however because he was not here that he would do it and someone would contact me to let me know that it had been done. After that call ended I spoke to James who also still insisted that the PSL was their get out of jail free card and that they could just say what they wanted, he also kept insisting that there was a job, but they just didn’t have it yet. It actually took about 4 runs through for him to understand that having a job and maybe having a job at some point in the future are not the same thing. Anyway James went on to explain the actual reason behind the catchphrase that is PSL. You see apparently the company had not initially approached "The Best Connection" for this staffing requirement and had therefore breached some formality of the contract and he had called him to discuss this matter. It is clear now that the call was mishandled and what should have been a strictly business call became a personal call aimed to promote the business and personal relationship between CeeJay the agency and the client at the full expense of the candidate (me). James admitted at this point that the call was mishandled and that he would personally ensure that CeeJay contacts the client as per my request and that he would call me rather than CeeJay to let me know that the call had been made. It is now the evening of the same day and I have yet to receive any communication from the agency, I have also tried to phone my agency but have not received a return call, I even visited my agency this very day but the lady who I usually deal with is out and if there are any other jobs she will let me know or pass my details across to someone who has one. I have identified that "TBC" are members of the REC an ombudsman for agencies and upon reviewing their codes of practice what has happened to me today has infact broken many of them including "Members must adhere to principles of truth in advertising and will only advertise positions, through any medium, for which they have documented permission to recruit" And my favorites "Members will not undertake actions that may unfairly or unlawfully interfere in work relationships established by others" and "..undertake actions that may unfairly or unlawfully jeopardize a work seeker's employment." So there it is, my experience with "The Best Connection" a recruitment company that actively and deliberately made me lose my job. Thanks Guys TLDR- Was looking for information on a job, guy stitched me up phoned current boss and told him i was looking for work resulting in me loosing my job.

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At 11.13AM on the 13th of January 2016, I made the grave mistake of contacting a recruitment company based in Portsmouth who call themselves The Best Connection, I can tell you they are anything but! I contacted this company off the back of a job advertisement that I saw on Gumtree for a Driver/Laborer. I spoke to a chap named James initially who was pleasant and polite, we spoke about why I was calling, to which I stated "to find out more information about the role advertised" from there James went on to depict 2 different types of driving jobs with information on both and differing rates of pay. Now I knew what was going on, James didn’t really have any jobs, James just posts adverts for jobs that either don’t exist or did exist but they knowingly continue to use the advertisement to attract candidates under false pretenses I.e. the interest generated through the advertised position which do not exist. Now I like to get straight to the point so I asked the guy "Do you have this job? Or any? Or are you just finding people to sell?". James dithered again but he admitted that there was no job, but don’t worry, he will find me one, what a guy. he just wants to sell sell sell so he will say anything here to keep me interested. From here we spoke about what I've done before and currently doing, you know all in aid to help find me a job right? Now ill say here.. we both know that other agencies get used to supply the supply of workers to a single client, I suppose, to keep them competitive with each other on price. It's normal business practice to use various suppliers so there should not really be any issues in the next part of this story letter. It came up that I was currently working with a Client of thiers through a competitor of thiers. From here the call trailed to off to the conclusion that James would look for suitable jobs for me based off of a 3 minute phone conversation and my name and number. A little later on in the day at 12.37PM I received a call from CeeJay, another cool dude from "The Best Connection" He was in charge of Industrial and was they guy with the jobs, well this is good for me right? I got the guy with the jobs on the phone. The first topic to help me get a job was apparently my current employment through their competitor. Now I told this guy as well, I'm not quitting this, im simply looking at what else is out there and if they had anything, that I would be interested in having a look, to which was followed by my notice period which I said none, because I haven't got one as I'm not fully employed or thinking of leaving. After the 3rd degree from CeeJay he said the best thing was for me to come in and have a look at my CV to look at what they could offer me in terms of employment. Since there is no harm in looking at the market and finding out if I could get a better job I said yes. So CeeJay being the model of organization and time keeping booked me in for another call at precisely "sometime tomorrow" to then arrange for me to come in so he can look at a document that I could send to him over email. Right.. Ok CeeJay you do that, yep ok bye. Call came in at 9 seconds shorter than the first call but now things were getting somewhere... At 13.03PM I received a call from the recruitment consultant that I currently work through for her to inform me that the private and confidential and in no way consented to be discussed conversation regarding my employment which I rely on to do things like feed and house me, that was had with cool CeeJay, had been shared with the main supervisor responsible with making decisions on who to keep on and who to let go from the job. Not only had the conversation been shared with him but he had blatantly lied and stated that I was actively seeking employment!! Now cool as a cucumber I told her in no uncertain terms that this guy was lying and that I had not expressed that to him, I only requested information from him. I am not planning on quitting my job and between us I asked my manager for additional PPE the day before due to my intent to stay on the job much longer. Anyway, she said she would let the main boss man know my side of the story. CeeJay must have just ended the call with me and instantly contacted my employer to break many DPA and confidentiality laws and rules to try and get one over on a competitor, not cool CeeJay, not cool. About a minute later, maybe more, my manager arrived on the job to inform me that because of what had transpired I now had only 3 days remaining on the job and would have to look elsewhere for work. He also informed me that 3 agency staff were due to be dismissed due to being overstaffed however I was never on that list and was not due to be, I know this to be the truth because I had actually been offered full employment previously from him and the big boss but refused due to being financially worse off if I accepted, but that’s another story. I was a good worker and would have been kept on if this did not occur. There are other agency staff who have been there for 2 years so there is no question that my refusal of permanent work did not result in my dismissal. Now I tried to contact CeeJay at 13.06PM after hearing this news but found that he was out on lunch, or visiting a client. No one was too sure on his whereabouts but he was 100% not in the office. So I arrived at the office, it was 10 minutes walk from where I was working that day so I decided to go and speak to this guy face to face to try and attempt to rectify this lie that he had told my employer. I wanted him to phone the boss in front of me and admit his lie over the phone in an attempt to try and persuade the boss to let me keep my job. After half hour of waiting for CeeJay to return from his lavish well over one hour lunch break James came down said that CeeJay was either out on lunch or erm, maybe somewhere else. Either way, CeeJay wasn’t answering his phone. At that moment low and behold James's phone began to ring and look who it was, CeeJay. Must have heard his ears burning or something because that is eerie. But wherever he was he wasn’t upstairs waiting for James to go down so he could ring James and not have to face me. Now me and CeeJay began to discuss what he had done and that he had directly caused me to loose me my job through lying to my employer whilst he also broke confidentiality and privacy and directly disrupted my employment. Now CeeJay's reply to this was PSL, yep that’s right he said there on a PSL and because of this it somehow gives him the right to ring up and tell this boss guy exaggerated and out of context information and just blatant lies really. Now he was adamant that this PSL gave him the right to do this, it was his go to thing, almost a catchphrase, PSL, PSL. On the call we established that there was no job initially and that all I wanted was information so there was no reason to divulge the information with the boss which he had no right to do in the first place. He asked me what I wanted and I told him, I want him to phone up the boss and tell him that he lied and that what he said was not correct and he was in the wrong, I said I wanted to sit here and hear him do it over loudspeaker however because he was not here that he would do it and someone would contact me to let me know that it had been done. After that call ended I spoke to James who also still insisted that the PSL was their get out of jail free card and that they could just say what they wanted, he also kept insisting that there was a job, but they just didn’t have it yet. It actually took about 4 runs through for him to understand that having a job and maybe having a job at some point in the future are not the same thing. Anyway James went on to explain the actual reason behind the catchphrase that is PSL. You see apparently the company had not initially approached "The Best Connection" for this staffing requirement and had therefore breached some formality of the contract and he had called him to discuss this matter. It is clear now that the call was mishandled and what should have been a strictly business call became a personal call aimed to promote the business and personal relationship between CeeJay the agency and the client at the full expense of the candidate (me). James admitted at this point that the call was mishandled and that he would personally ensure that CeeJay contacts the client as per my request and that he would call me rather than CeeJay to let me know that the call had been made. It is now the evening of the same day and I have yet to receive any communication from the agency, I have also tried to phone my agency but have not received a return call, I even visited my agency this very day but the lady who I usually deal with is out and if there are any other jobs she will let me know or pass my details across to someone who has one. I have identified that "TBC" are members of the REC an ombudsman for agencies and upon reviewing their codes of practice what has happened to me today has infact broken many of them including "Members must adhere to principles of truth in advertising and will only advertise positions, through any medium, for which they have documented permission to recruit" And my favorites "Members will not undertake actions that may unfairly or unlawfully interfere in work relationships established by others" and "..undertake actions that may unfairly or unlawfully jeopardize a work seeker's employment." So there it is, my experience with "The Best Connection" a recruitment company that actively and deliberately made me lose my job. Thanks Guys

Was looking for information on a job, guy stitched me up phoned current boss and told him i was looking for work resulting in me loosing my job.

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I have liked a guy for 2.5 years, and we were coworkers for the first year of that. I never made a move because I didn't want to cause an awkward work situation and had self-confidence issues. He's been going through a rough patch for the past year and is pulling away from everyone in general. Last week, I finally decided I was ready to tell him I liked him. I sent him a text to check up on him and asked to take him out to lunch (he's broke). He said he'd be honored, and I sent him one flirty text after that, which he responded well to (although I couldn't tell if he realized I was flirting, especially since I'm not that great at it). I don't completely know what possessed me, but I decided I didn't want to wait three days until lunch to tell him, so I called him the next day and completely confessed my attraction. Bluntly... aaaaand a little explicitly at one point. I didn't hold back at all, and he took it... surprisingly well. He definitely didn't say he isn't interested, but he certainly didn't say he is interested either. I'm not going to give you a play by play of the whole call, but I do have some questions: 1) After my initial spiel, he said, "Wow, I had no idea!" and "I wish you would have said something a couple years ago." Note that a mutual friend and coworker "dated" him and broke his heart at one point (he has not had good luck with female family and friends and has said that he's done with my entire gender). Does this mean that he wishes I would have said something before she got to him, or what? 2) He was complimentary of me the whole time. "See, this is what I like about you, [throwamaybe], you're such a unique girl. I really admire your honesty." At one point, he said, "You're attractive." If you were letting someone down easy, you wouldn't be telling them that you liked their personality and found them attractive, would you? Or is he just really bad at it? 3) When I was a little more explicit in my confession, I apologized about making it extra awkward for him. He said, "Actually, it's not as awkward as you would think on a personal level." What does that even mean?! "On a personal level?!" Does it mean it's not awkward because he wants it? Because he appreciates my honesty? Because he thinks friends should be able to be open about this stuff? Because he doesn't have casual sex and therefore hasn't had any in 1.5 years and is considering this with his dick? 4) As our call was drawing to a close, he said, "I just have one question for you: [pause] doesn't it feel good to get that off your chest?" Obviously yes. I cant figure out if he was going to ask something romantic/sexual and chickened out or why else he would have bothered to ask it. Keep in mind that there were no awkward silences for either of us to fill at any point. 5) He agreed we were still on for lunch, and I made a comment about not jumping him in the parking lot. His response: "Yeah, probably not the best place for that, you know..." in a semi-flirtatious way. Does that mean he's considering this?! Anyway, I didn't talk to him for a couple days because I didn't want to seem clingy, and then half an hour before we were scheduled to meet for lunch, he texted to cancel because he was "hungover as shit." Knowing him, I don't think he was lying, but I suppose it's possible. I told him I hoped he felt better, offered to bring him something if he needed it, and told him to let me know if he felt up to dinner later. All was well. A couple hours later, I sent him one more blatantly flirtatious text. He didn't respond. I sensed that I had perhaps pushed him a bit too far and texted him that if I was making him at all uncomfortable to just say so, and I would stop immediately because I valued our friendship more than getting in his pants. He quickly replied, "Yeah, it is a little much. But I understand :) just don't lose your mind over it." I said, "Alright, haha. I'll go back to thinking with my brain. :)" He texted back a smiley, and I haven't spoken to him for a full day since. What the hell did he even mean by "don't lose your mind over it?!" Is he trying to humbly say that I shouldn't be that excited about his dick? That he doesn't want me, but I shouldn't feel bad about hitting on him? That he likes that I'm hitting on him, but I just need to not do it as much? Or something else entirely? Overall: What's going on? Is he just trying to process? Is he fence sitting until he decides one way or the other (and in which case, how will I know when he's decided)? Does he just want to wait until he sees me in person to tell me? Does it sound like he's into me or not? Is he trying to decide whether I'm worth giving dating a chance again? So much ambiguity - what should my next step be? Currently, I'm letting things cool off for while. Is this the right move? TL;DR: Confessed that I liked a guy, was decently received, he kept lunch plans then canceled at the last minute (yet still seems receptive). Does he want me or not? What do I do?

I have liked a guy for 2.5 years, and we were coworkers for the first year of that. I never made a move because I didn't want to cause an awkward work situation and had self-confidence issues. He's been going through a rough patch for the past year and is pulling away from everyone in general. Last week, I finally decided I was ready to tell him I liked him. I sent him a text to check up on him and asked to take him out to lunch (he's broke). He said he'd be honored, and I sent him one flirty text after that, which he responded well to (although I couldn't tell if he realized I was flirting, especially since I'm not that great at it). I don't completely know what possessed me, but I decided I didn't want to wait three days until lunch to tell him, so I called him the next day and completely confessed my attraction. Bluntly... aaaaand a little explicitly at one point. I didn't hold back at all, and he took it... surprisingly well. He definitely didn't say he isn't interested, but he certainly didn't say he is interested either. I'm not going to give you a play by play of the whole call, but I do have some questions: 1) After my initial spiel, he said, "Wow, I had no idea!" and "I wish you would have said something a couple years ago." Note that a mutual friend and coworker "dated" him and broke his heart at one point (he has not had good luck with female family and friends and has said that he's done with my entire gender). Does this mean that he wishes I would have said something before she got to him, or what? 2) He was complimentary of me the whole time. "See, this is what I like about you, [throwamaybe], you're such a unique girl. I really admire your honesty." At one point, he said, "You're attractive." If you were letting someone down easy, you wouldn't be telling them that you liked their personality and found them attractive, would you? Or is he just really bad at it? 3) When I was a little more explicit in my confession, I apologized about making it extra awkward for him. He said, "Actually, it's not as awkward as you would think on a personal level." What does that even mean?! "On a personal level?!" Does it mean it's not awkward because he wants it? Because he appreciates my honesty? Because he thinks friends should be able to be open about this stuff? Because he doesn't have casual sex and therefore hasn't had any in 1.5 years and is considering this with his dick? 4) As our call was drawing to a close, he said, "I just have one question for you: [pause] doesn't it feel good to get that off your chest?" Obviously yes. I cant figure out if he was going to ask something romantic/sexual and chickened out or why else he would have bothered to ask it. Keep in mind that there were no awkward silences for either of us to fill at any point. 5) He agreed we were still on for lunch, and I made a comment about not jumping him in the parking lot. His response: "Yeah, probably not the best place for that, you know..." in a semi-flirtatious way. Does that mean he's considering this?! Anyway, I didn't talk to him for a couple days because I didn't want to seem clingy, and then half an hour before we were scheduled to meet for lunch, he texted to cancel because he was "hungover as shit." Knowing him, I don't think he was lying, but I suppose it's possible. I told him I hoped he felt better, offered to bring him something if he needed it, and told him to let me know if he felt up to dinner later. All was well. A couple hours later, I sent him one more blatantly flirtatious text. He didn't respond. I sensed that I had perhaps pushed him a bit too far and texted him that if I was making him at all uncomfortable to just say so, and I would stop immediately because I valued our friendship more than getting in his pants. He quickly replied, "Yeah, it is a little much. But I understand :) just don't lose your mind over it." I said, "Alright, haha. I'll go back to thinking with my brain. :)" He texted back a smiley, and I haven't spoken to him for a full day since. What the hell did he even mean by "don't lose your mind over it?!" Is he trying to humbly say that I shouldn't be that excited about his dick? That he doesn't want me, but I shouldn't feel bad about hitting on him? That he likes that I'm hitting on him, but I just need to not do it as much? Or something else entirely? Overall: What's going on? Is he just trying to process? Is he fence sitting until he decides one way or the other (and in which case, how will I know when he's decided)? Does he just want to wait until he sees me in person to tell me? Does it sound like he's into me or not? Is he trying to decide whether I'm worth giving dating a chance again? So much ambiguity - what should my next step be? Currently, I'm letting things cool off for while. Is this the right move? TL;DR: Confessed that I liked a guy, was decently received, he kept lunch plans then canceled at the last minute (yet still seems receptive). Does he want me or not? What do I do?

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I have liked a guy for 2.5 years, and we were coworkers for the first year of that. I never made a move because I didn't want to cause an awkward work situation and had self-confidence issues. He's been going through a rough patch for the past year and is pulling away from everyone in general. Last week, I finally decided I was ready to tell him I liked him. I sent him a text to check up on him and asked to take him out to lunch (he's broke). He said he'd be honored, and I sent him one flirty text after that, which he responded well to (although I couldn't tell if he realized I was flirting, especially since I'm not that great at it). I don't completely know what possessed me, but I decided I didn't want to wait three days until lunch to tell him, so I called him the next day and completely confessed my attraction. Bluntly... aaaaand a little explicitly at one point. I didn't hold back at all, and he took it... surprisingly well. He definitely didn't say he isn't interested, but he certainly didn't say he is interested either. I'm not going to give you a play by play of the whole call, but I do have some questions: 1) After my initial spiel, he said, "Wow, I had no idea!" and "I wish you would have said something a couple years ago." Note that a mutual friend and coworker "dated" him and broke his heart at one point (he has not had good luck with female family and friends and has said that he's done with my entire gender). Does this mean that he wishes I would have said something before she got to him, or what? 2) He was complimentary of me the whole time. "See, this is what I like about you, [throwamaybe], you're such a unique girl. I really admire your honesty." At one point, he said, "You're attractive." If you were letting someone down easy, you wouldn't be telling them that you liked their personality and found them attractive, would you? Or is he just really bad at it? 3) When I was a little more explicit in my confession, I apologized about making it extra awkward for him. He said, "Actually, it's not as awkward as you would think on a personal level." What does that even mean?! "On a personal level?!" Does it mean it's not awkward because he wants it? Because he appreciates my honesty? Because he thinks friends should be able to be open about this stuff? Because he doesn't have casual sex and therefore hasn't had any in 1.5 years and is considering this with his dick? 4) As our call was drawing to a close, he said, "I just have one question for you: [pause] doesn't it feel good to get that off your chest?" Obviously yes. I cant figure out if he was going to ask something romantic/sexual and chickened out or why else he would have bothered to ask it. Keep in mind that there were no awkward silences for either of us to fill at any point. 5) He agreed we were still on for lunch, and I made a comment about not jumping him in the parking lot. His response: "Yeah, probably not the best place for that, you know..." in a semi-flirtatious way. Does that mean he's considering this?! Anyway, I didn't talk to him for a couple days because I didn't want to seem clingy, and then half an hour before we were scheduled to meet for lunch, he texted to cancel because he was "hungover as shit." Knowing him, I don't think he was lying, but I suppose it's possible. I told him I hoped he felt better, offered to bring him something if he needed it, and told him to let me know if he felt up to dinner later. All was well. A couple hours later, I sent him one more blatantly flirtatious text. He didn't respond. I sensed that I had perhaps pushed him a bit too far and texted him that if I was making him at all uncomfortable to just say so, and I would stop immediately because I valued our friendship more than getting in his pants. He quickly replied, "Yeah, it is a little much. But I understand :) just don't lose your mind over it." I said, "Alright, haha. I'll go back to thinking with my brain. :)" He texted back a smiley, and I haven't spoken to him for a full day since. What the hell did he even mean by "don't lose your mind over it?!" Is he trying to humbly say that I shouldn't be that excited about his dick? That he doesn't want me, but I shouldn't feel bad about hitting on him? That he likes that I'm hitting on him, but I just need to not do it as much? Or something else entirely? Overall: What's going on? Is he just trying to process? Is he fence sitting until he decides one way or the other (and in which case, how will I know when he's decided)? Does he just want to wait until he sees me in person to tell me? Does it sound like he's into me or not? Is he trying to decide whether I'm worth giving dating a chance again? So much ambiguity - what should my next step be? Currently, I'm letting things cool off for while. Is this the right move?

Confessed that I liked a guy, was decently received, he kept lunch plans then canceled at the last minute (yet still seems receptive). Does he want me or not? What do I do?

zachharmonic

I'll just explain in this reply in case you don't see it anytime soon. A WILD is a very advanced method of lucid dreaming meant for people with experience. If you're new to this, stop trying to WILD because you're not honestly going to have much luck with it in the first place. Honestly if you're a noobie at this (No offense if you aren't but since you're asking these kinds of WILDing questions I'm just going with instinct here, don't take any ill meaning from any of this :) ) what you really should be doing is working on your dream recall, and improving at a MILD or DILD method of inducing dreams. It seems like a lot of effort at first, but you'll start to see results really, really quickly and you'll have lucid dreams much, much faster if you take my advice, then come back to WILD when you're actually good at this. tl;dr chances are you aren't experienced enough yet for a WILD which is why you can't do it. Take a few steps back work on dream recall and a DILD or MILD method.

I'll just explain in this reply in case you don't see it anytime soon. A WILD is a very advanced method of lucid dreaming meant for people with experience. If you're new to this, stop trying to WILD because you're not honestly going to have much luck with it in the first place. Honestly if you're a noobie at this (No offense if you aren't but since you're asking these kinds of WILDing questions I'm just going with instinct here, don't take any ill meaning from any of this :) ) what you really should be doing is working on your dream recall, and improving at a MILD or DILD method of inducing dreams. It seems like a lot of effort at first, but you'll start to see results really, really quickly and you'll have lucid dreams much, much faster if you take my advice, then come back to WILD when you're actually good at this. tl;dr chances are you aren't experienced enough yet for a WILD which is why you can't do it. Take a few steps back work on dream recall and a DILD or MILD method.

LucidDreaming

t5_2r0f4

c68m9r1

I'll just explain in this reply in case you don't see it anytime soon. A WILD is a very advanced method of lucid dreaming meant for people with experience. If you're new to this, stop trying to WILD because you're not honestly going to have much luck with it in the first place. Honestly if you're a noobie at this (No offense if you aren't but since you're asking these kinds of WILDing questions I'm just going with instinct here, don't take any ill meaning from any of this :) ) what you really should be doing is working on your dream recall, and improving at a MILD or DILD method of inducing dreams. It seems like a lot of effort at first, but you'll start to see results really, really quickly and you'll have lucid dreams much, much faster if you take my advice, then come back to WILD when you're actually good at this.

chances are you aren't experienced enough yet for a WILD which is why you can't do it. Take a few steps back work on dream recall and a DILD or MILD method.

onewhodraws

When I was 15, my mother kicked me out of the house, and I moved in with an acquaintance from school and her mom. It turned out her mom was addicted to crack, and it wasn't the best situation to be living in as a 15 year old. Fast forward 6 months, and my mom decides it's better to send me to live with my dad, who I had never really had any contact with, and who didn't know anything about me or my life.He lived in a foreign country, and when my mother sent me to live with him it was spur of the moment, so I didn't have any luggage, and he didn't know I was coming. I also suffered a major culture shock, as the culture there was very different, and my father was very strict. I lost 20 lbs, and I was depressed. I wasn't allowed to have friends or use the telephone or the internet, and everything I did was very closely monitored, because of the stories my mother had told my father of what a horror child I had been. During this time, my only solace was 1 hour of tv a day, which I chose to use watching Stargate SG1. The show basically was the only thing that I could hope for, every afternoon as I came home from private school. Most of what else was on tv I was not familiar with, but for some reason the Sci Fi channel was one of the few US channels we received. So, **TL;DR, I'm right there with you OP. Stargate holds a very special place for me.**

When I was 15, my mother kicked me out of the house, and I moved in with an acquaintance from school and her mom. It turned out her mom was addicted to crack, and it wasn't the best situation to be living in as a 15 year old. Fast forward 6 months, and my mom decides it's better to send me to live with my dad, who I had never really had any contact with, and who didn't know anything about me or my life.He lived in a foreign country, and when my mother sent me to live with him it was spur of the moment, so I didn't have any luggage, and he didn't know I was coming. I also suffered a major culture shock, as the culture there was very different, and my father was very strict. I lost 20 lbs, and I was depressed. I wasn't allowed to have friends or use the telephone or the internet, and everything I did was very closely monitored, because of the stories my mother had told my father of what a horror child I had been. During this time, my only solace was 1 hour of tv a day, which I chose to use watching Stargate SG1. The show basically was the only thing that I could hope for, every afternoon as I came home from private school. Most of what else was on tv I was not familiar with, but for some reason the Sci Fi channel was one of the few US channels we received. So, TL;DR, I'm right there with you OP. Stargate holds a very special place for me.

Stargate

t5_2qhar

cevdgcj

When I was 15, my mother kicked me out of the house, and I moved in with an acquaintance from school and her mom. It turned out her mom was addicted to crack, and it wasn't the best situation to be living in as a 15 year old. Fast forward 6 months, and my mom decides it's better to send me to live with my dad, who I had never really had any contact with, and who didn't know anything about me or my life.He lived in a foreign country, and when my mother sent me to live with him it was spur of the moment, so I didn't have any luggage, and he didn't know I was coming. I also suffered a major culture shock, as the culture there was very different, and my father was very strict. I lost 20 lbs, and I was depressed. I wasn't allowed to have friends or use the telephone or the internet, and everything I did was very closely monitored, because of the stories my mother had told my father of what a horror child I had been. During this time, my only solace was 1 hour of tv a day, which I chose to use watching Stargate SG1. The show basically was the only thing that I could hope for, every afternoon as I came home from private school. Most of what else was on tv I was not familiar with, but for some reason the Sci Fi channel was one of the few US channels we received. So,

I'm right there with you OP. Stargate holds a very special place for me.

durtysox

First, I have no goddamn comfort to offer. You did it right, you were cooperative and patient. You were an active, helpful, willing participant in your own care, you offered accurate feedback and you were not too squeamish about it. Any staff would be blessed to have you as a patient. They did it wrong. They were antagonizing and impatient at every turn. Whatever their reasons, overwork, stress, absent mindedness, there was no excuse for 98% of the behaviors you described. They did not treat you like a person. It was pure unprofessional bullshit. They had no reason to be rude. You did nothing wrong. I am pissed as fuck on your behalf, and I don't think most of that awful shit they imposed should have been required of you, and 100% of their callousness was not anything you needed exposure to, but I am impressed at your stamina and determination in the face of it. I don't think there was any way you could have wrested good care from these people, they were way more experienced at outwitting you and controlling you, and you had no idea that was their intention. There's no getting humane medical treatment from people who don't see you as a person. Your only choice to avoid their shitshow was to walk out. You had no way to know this in advance. So, you sucked it up, and you strapped on your Big Girl Panties, and you crawled through hellfire for your child. You are a Big Damn Hero, Sir, and no mistake. You're going to question yourself a thousand times about where you went wrong or what you should have done. You didn't do shit, to bring this on, except be pregnant. Seriously, what the Hell? I know you've read the birth stories galore on here, induction stories, cesareans, things going horribly wrong, where the women were still well treated by staff, so you I know you know it doesn't have to be that way! Those people were supposed to help you, and they had some kind of Satanic Medical Death Rite instead, which was *explicitly not listed on the brochure*, or you would naturally have refused it, so they are to blame for their actions, not you. You would benefit from therapy, that's a super duper traumatic birth story and it's going to shake you for a long time. Being violated does that, you handled it like a champ, but even a hero needs to go shiver. Remember Ripley, from Aliens? She needed some downtime. That's you. You got Newt, you got the nice ally guy out with you, but you just had a terrifying session with ichor dripping alien penis monsters, and you need some safety and some guidance. **TL;DR: Thank you for sharing your story. It was fucking awful and I wish it never happened to you, but thank you for writing it out. You did a great job. You are awesome and brave. I know you probably just feel shitty, but trust me on this - you were brave and unflagging in the face of horror and I salute you as an excellent Mother.**

First, I have no goddamn comfort to offer. You did it right, you were cooperative and patient. You were an active, helpful, willing participant in your own care, you offered accurate feedback and you were not too squeamish about it. Any staff would be blessed to have you as a patient. They did it wrong. They were antagonizing and impatient at every turn. Whatever their reasons, overwork, stress, absent mindedness, there was no excuse for 98% of the behaviors you described. They did not treat you like a person. It was pure unprofessional bullshit. They had no reason to be rude. You did nothing wrong. I am pissed as fuck on your behalf, and I don't think most of that awful shit they imposed should have been required of you, and 100% of their callousness was not anything you needed exposure to, but I am impressed at your stamina and determination in the face of it. I don't think there was any way you could have wrested good care from these people, they were way more experienced at outwitting you and controlling you, and you had no idea that was their intention. There's no getting humane medical treatment from people who don't see you as a person. Your only choice to avoid their shitshow was to walk out. You had no way to know this in advance. So, you sucked it up, and you strapped on your Big Girl Panties, and you crawled through hellfire for your child. You are a Big Damn Hero, Sir, and no mistake. You're going to question yourself a thousand times about where you went wrong or what you should have done. You didn't do shit, to bring this on, except be pregnant. Seriously, what the Hell? I know you've read the birth stories galore on here, induction stories, cesareans, things going horribly wrong, where the women were still well treated by staff, so you I know you know it doesn't have to be that way! Those people were supposed to help you, and they had some kind of Satanic Medical Death Rite instead, which was explicitly not listed on the brochure , or you would naturally have refused it, so they are to blame for their actions, not you. You would benefit from therapy, that's a super duper traumatic birth story and it's going to shake you for a long time. Being violated does that, you handled it like a champ, but even a hero needs to go shiver. Remember Ripley, from Aliens? She needed some downtime. That's you. You got Newt, you got the nice ally guy out with you, but you just had a terrifying session with ichor dripping alien penis monsters, and you need some safety and some guidance. TL;DR: Thank you for sharing your story. It was fucking awful and I wish it never happened to you, but thank you for writing it out. You did a great job. You are awesome and brave. I know you probably just feel shitty, but trust me on this - you were brave and unflagging in the face of horror and I salute you as an excellent Mother.

BabyBumps

t5_2s7cl

clypuqr

First, I have no goddamn comfort to offer. You did it right, you were cooperative and patient. You were an active, helpful, willing participant in your own care, you offered accurate feedback and you were not too squeamish about it. Any staff would be blessed to have you as a patient. They did it wrong. They were antagonizing and impatient at every turn. Whatever their reasons, overwork, stress, absent mindedness, there was no excuse for 98% of the behaviors you described. They did not treat you like a person. It was pure unprofessional bullshit. They had no reason to be rude. You did nothing wrong. I am pissed as fuck on your behalf, and I don't think most of that awful shit they imposed should have been required of you, and 100% of their callousness was not anything you needed exposure to, but I am impressed at your stamina and determination in the face of it. I don't think there was any way you could have wrested good care from these people, they were way more experienced at outwitting you and controlling you, and you had no idea that was their intention. There's no getting humane medical treatment from people who don't see you as a person. Your only choice to avoid their shitshow was to walk out. You had no way to know this in advance. So, you sucked it up, and you strapped on your Big Girl Panties, and you crawled through hellfire for your child. You are a Big Damn Hero, Sir, and no mistake. You're going to question yourself a thousand times about where you went wrong or what you should have done. You didn't do shit, to bring this on, except be pregnant. Seriously, what the Hell? I know you've read the birth stories galore on here, induction stories, cesareans, things going horribly wrong, where the women were still well treated by staff, so you I know you know it doesn't have to be that way! Those people were supposed to help you, and they had some kind of Satanic Medical Death Rite instead, which was explicitly not listed on the brochure , or you would naturally have refused it, so they are to blame for their actions, not you. You would benefit from therapy, that's a super duper traumatic birth story and it's going to shake you for a long time. Being violated does that, you handled it like a champ, but even a hero needs to go shiver. Remember Ripley, from Aliens? She needed some downtime. That's you. You got Newt, you got the nice ally guy out with you, but you just had a terrifying session with ichor dripping alien penis monsters, and you need some safety and some guidance.

Thank you for sharing your story. It was fucking awful and I wish it never happened to you, but thank you for writing it out. You did a great job. You are awesome and brave. I know you probably just feel shitty, but trust me on this - you were brave and unflagging in the face of horror and I salute you as an excellent Mother.

marmaladeontoast

I'm in Wellington (where the qualifying game was) right now, and I have to say that it's not "batshit insane" at all. There's waaaay more interest in the fucking santa parade at 2pm than some soccer team....and there's a wine festival on, so most people are at that. The one soccer thing I saw on my way to work, was a bar with a chalkboard outfront which read "congrats to all whites", but that might just be some white supremacist shit.... tl;dr It's not batshit insane....it's mostly indifferent since it's not rugby.

I'm in Wellington (where the qualifying game was) right now, and I have to say that it's not "batshit insane" at all. There's waaaay more interest in the fucking santa parade at 2pm than some soccer team....and there's a wine festival on, so most people are at that. The one soccer thing I saw on my way to work, was a bar with a chalkboard outfront which read "congrats to all whites", but that might just be some white supremacist shit.... tl;dr It's not batshit insane....it's mostly indifferent since it's not rugby.

reddit.com

t5_6

c0fstkq

I'm in Wellington (where the qualifying game was) right now, and I have to say that it's not "batshit insane" at all. There's waaaay more interest in the fucking santa parade at 2pm than some soccer team....and there's a wine festival on, so most people are at that. The one soccer thing I saw on my way to work, was a bar with a chalkboard outfront which read "congrats to all whites", but that might just be some white supremacist shit....

It's not batshit insane....it's mostly indifferent since it's not rugby.

Herdo

First, let me say I'm sorry if this is too far off topic. Like I said, I am looking for a very specific type of fitting and I wasn't sure where else to ask. I am building a formicarium for ant keeping. In most formicarium setups you have a nest and an outworld. The nest is where the ants will sleep and raise their young, and the outworld is where they will forage for food and water, collect resources for the nest, and dispose of their trash and dead bodies. These two areas are generally separate containers that are connected by vinyl hose/tubing. The nest I am looking to purchase has two entrances [seen here.]( One is 1/2" in diameter the other 5mm in diameter. The outworld I am looking to purchase comes from a different company. It is essentially a glass box with several holes cut with both a 27mm diameter and a 13mm diameter. The company that sells the outworld happens to sell a really nifty connector that screws against the glass with a nut and has what sounds like a variable diameter port for the hose to connect to. I don't know if variable is the correct term, but the product page on their website states that it will accept 10mm to 16mm tubing, which the 1/2" hole on the nest happens to fall into. [Here is a picture of the fitting.]( [And here is a picture of the fitting in use.]( [And here is the product page selling the fitting.]( (you may need to change the language to English at the top where the little German flag is) So as far as I understand things, this connector will accept a hose between 10mm and 16mm. The larger opening in the nest in 1/2" which falls right in the middle of 10mm and 16mm so this should work fine. Now the problem is the smaller opening in the nest. It's 5mm and the smaller hole in the outworld is 13mm. The company that manufactures the outworld does not sell any sort of adapter for the 13mm hole. [Here is a diagram I've made to give you all a better idea of what I am trying to do.]( I posted a picture of that white connector to /r/whatisthisthing and got a pretty quick response telling me it's a "male PVC compression adapter". That appears to be correct, but there are a couple of problems. 1. I figure 13mm is on the right side of 1/2", but when I find these adapters with a 1/2" male end, they seem to go the other way. By that I mean the male end will be 1/2", but the tubing diameter it accepts is usually like 3/4". It makes sense as it is a "compression" adapter. 2. I've also noticed that these adapters don't seem to have a range of tubing diameter they accept like the one I linked earlier. There is probably no way I am going to find a 1/2" to 5mm adapter so I really was hoping to find something like a 1/2" adapter that accepts 1/8" - 1/4" tubing. The best candidate I've found so far is [this]( which is only the best candidate because it doesn't list a specific tube diameter (or maybe it's 1/2"? I have no idea). I could probably think of a dozen ways to jerry-rig this thing together, but I want it to look nice and I'd like to find a similar fitting to the one offered on that website. TL;DR: I need to find a fitting that will bolt onto a 13mm hole and accept a 5mm tube. [See this diagram for a better explanation.]( **EDIT: MYSTERY SOLVED!** They are called "glands" which is apparently just another term for compression fittings according to wikipedia. I went back to the original site where they sell the larger fitting and I noticed it said that you have to buy the nut that secures it to the glass separately. I looked at the nut and it had an "M25" in it's name. When I googled M25 a chart came up showing thread sizes. I guess M25 is the diameter of the bolt shaft, so I realized I'm not looking for an exact fit, but a closest with out going over fit. I looked at the chart and M12 was the closest. I googled "5mm x M5 compression" [and there it was!]( It even accepts a tubing of 3mm to 6.5mm and it looks just like the other one. COLONEL MUSTARD IN THE STUDY WITH THE ROPE I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE!!! EDIT 2: The company that sells the glass outerworld doesn't ship to the US. At least I got to learn about compression fittings.

First, let me say I'm sorry if this is too far off topic. Like I said, I am looking for a very specific type of fitting and I wasn't sure where else to ask. I am building a formicarium for ant keeping. In most formicarium setups you have a nest and an outworld. The nest is where the ants will sleep and raise their young, and the outworld is where they will forage for food and water, collect resources for the nest, and dispose of their trash and dead bodies. These two areas are generally separate containers that are connected by vinyl hose/tubing. The nest I am looking to purchase has two entrances [seen here.]( One is 1/2" in diameter the other 5mm in diameter. The outworld I am looking to purchase comes from a different company. It is essentially a glass box with several holes cut with both a 27mm diameter and a 13mm diameter. The company that sells the outworld happens to sell a really nifty connector that screws against the glass with a nut and has what sounds like a variable diameter port for the hose to connect to. I don't know if variable is the correct term, but the product page on their website states that it will accept 10mm to 16mm tubing, which the 1/2" hole on the nest happens to fall into. [Here is a picture of the fitting.]( [And here is a picture of the fitting in use.]( And here is the product page selling the fitting. So as far as I understand things, this connector will accept a hose between 10mm and 16mm. The larger opening in the nest in 1/2" which falls right in the middle of 10mm and 16mm so this should work fine. Now the problem is the smaller opening in the nest. It's 5mm and the smaller hole in the outworld is 13mm. The company that manufactures the outworld does not sell any sort of adapter for the 13mm hole. [Here is a diagram I've made to give you all a better idea of what I am trying to do.]( I posted a picture of that white connector to /r/whatisthisthing and got a pretty quick response telling me it's a "male PVC compression adapter". That appears to be correct, but there are a couple of problems. I figure 13mm is on the right side of 1/2", but when I find these adapters with a 1/2" male end, they seem to go the other way. By that I mean the male end will be 1/2", but the tubing diameter it accepts is usually like 3/4". It makes sense as it is a "compression" adapter. I've also noticed that these adapters don't seem to have a range of tubing diameter they accept like the one I linked earlier. There is probably no way I am going to find a 1/2" to 5mm adapter so I really was hoping to find something like a 1/2" adapter that accepts 1/8" - 1/4" tubing. The best candidate I've found so far is this . I could probably think of a dozen ways to jerry-rig this thing together, but I want it to look nice and I'd like to find a similar fitting to the one offered on that website. TL;DR: I need to find a fitting that will bolt onto a 13mm hole and accept a 5mm tube. [See this diagram for a better explanation.]( EDIT: MYSTERY SOLVED! They are called "glands" which is apparently just another term for compression fittings according to wikipedia. I went back to the original site where they sell the larger fitting and I noticed it said that you have to buy the nut that secures it to the glass separately. I looked at the nut and it had an "M25" in it's name. When I googled M25 a chart came up showing thread sizes. I guess M25 is the diameter of the bolt shaft, so I realized I'm not looking for an exact fit, but a closest with out going over fit. I looked at the chart and M12 was the closest. I googled "5mm x M5 compression" [and there it was!]( It even accepts a tubing of 3mm to 6.5mm and it looks just like the other one. COLONEL MUSTARD IN THE STUDY WITH THE ROPE I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE!!! EDIT 2: The company that sells the glass outerworld doesn't ship to the US. At least I got to learn about compression fittings.

Plumbing

t5_2slqb

t3_3b6x3u

First, let me say I'm sorry if this is too far off topic. Like I said, I am looking for a very specific type of fitting and I wasn't sure where else to ask. I am building a formicarium for ant keeping. In most formicarium setups you have a nest and an outworld. The nest is where the ants will sleep and raise their young, and the outworld is where they will forage for food and water, collect resources for the nest, and dispose of their trash and dead bodies. These two areas are generally separate containers that are connected by vinyl hose/tubing. The nest I am looking to purchase has two entrances [seen here.]( One is 1/2" in diameter the other 5mm in diameter. The outworld I am looking to purchase comes from a different company. It is essentially a glass box with several holes cut with both a 27mm diameter and a 13mm diameter. The company that sells the outworld happens to sell a really nifty connector that screws against the glass with a nut and has what sounds like a variable diameter port for the hose to connect to. I don't know if variable is the correct term, but the product page on their website states that it will accept 10mm to 16mm tubing, which the 1/2" hole on the nest happens to fall into. [Here is a picture of the fitting.]( [And here is a picture of the fitting in use.]( And here is the product page selling the fitting. So as far as I understand things, this connector will accept a hose between 10mm and 16mm. The larger opening in the nest in 1/2" which falls right in the middle of 10mm and 16mm so this should work fine. Now the problem is the smaller opening in the nest. It's 5mm and the smaller hole in the outworld is 13mm. The company that manufactures the outworld does not sell any sort of adapter for the 13mm hole. [Here is a diagram I've made to give you all a better idea of what I am trying to do.]( I posted a picture of that white connector to /r/whatisthisthing and got a pretty quick response telling me it's a "male PVC compression adapter". That appears to be correct, but there are a couple of problems. I figure 13mm is on the right side of 1/2", but when I find these adapters with a 1/2" male end, they seem to go the other way. By that I mean the male end will be 1/2", but the tubing diameter it accepts is usually like 3/4". It makes sense as it is a "compression" adapter. I've also noticed that these adapters don't seem to have a range of tubing diameter they accept like the one I linked earlier. There is probably no way I am going to find a 1/2" to 5mm adapter so I really was hoping to find something like a 1/2" adapter that accepts 1/8" - 1/4" tubing. The best candidate I've found so far is this . I could probably think of a dozen ways to jerry-rig this thing together, but I want it to look nice and I'd like to find a similar fitting to the one offered on that website.

I need to find a fitting that will bolt onto a 13mm hole and accept a 5mm tube. [See this diagram for a better explanation.]( EDIT: MYSTERY SOLVED! They are called "glands" which is apparently just another term for compression fittings according to wikipedia. I went back to the original site where they sell the larger fitting and I noticed it said that you have to buy the nut that secures it to the glass separately. I looked at the nut and it had an "M25" in it's name. When I googled M25 a chart came up showing thread sizes. I guess M25 is the diameter of the bolt shaft, so I realized I'm not looking for an exact fit, but a closest with out going over fit. I looked at the chart and M12 was the closest. I googled "5mm x M5 compression" [and there it was!]( It even accepts a tubing of 3mm to 6.5mm and it looks just like the other one. COLONEL MUSTARD IN THE STUDY WITH THE ROPE I AM THE SMARTEST MAN ALIVE!!! EDIT 2: The company that sells the glass outerworld doesn't ship to the US. At least I got to learn about compression fittings.

AwesomeTableLegs

I'm going to start off by saying that I, along with all of my friends, are haunted by a number. It began in 2010, when my best friend began to ride my bus. He had just moved, and stopped riding bus #133. Ever since then, he has been haunted by that number, seeing it everywhere, and has passed it on to everyone he knows. Jump to present day. Him and four other people, including myself, go to see Contagion in theatre. This movie keeps track of how the virus is spreading by using a day counter every so often at the bottom of the screen. After about 1 hour into the movie, it makes the jump from around day 35 to day 130. We all start laughing, teasing him about how close it is to "133". 5 minutes later - "Day 133" He flips shit, stands up. Yells "GOD DAMNIT!" and storms out of the theatre. TL;DR: Haunted by a number, teased by Matt Damon.

I'm going to start off by saying that I, along with all of my friends, are haunted by a number. It began in 2010, when my best friend began to ride my bus. He had just moved, and stopped riding bus #133. Ever since then, he has been haunted by that number, seeing it everywhere, and has passed it on to everyone he knows. Jump to present day. Him and four other people, including myself, go to see Contagion in theatre. This movie keeps track of how the virus is spreading by using a day counter every so often at the bottom of the screen. After about 1 hour into the movie, it makes the jump from around day 35 to day 130. We all start laughing, teasing him about how close it is to "133". 5 minutes later - "Day 133" He flips shit, stands up. Yells "GOD DAMNIT!" and storms out of the theatre. TL;DR: Haunted by a number, teased by Matt Damon.

AskReddit

t5_2qh1i

c3t039p

I'm going to start off by saying that I, along with all of my friends, are haunted by a number. It began in 2010, when my best friend began to ride my bus. He had just moved, and stopped riding bus #133. Ever since then, he has been haunted by that number, seeing it everywhere, and has passed it on to everyone he knows. Jump to present day. Him and four other people, including myself, go to see Contagion in theatre. This movie keeps track of how the virus is spreading by using a day counter every so often at the bottom of the screen. After about 1 hour into the movie, it makes the jump from around day 35 to day 130. We all start laughing, teasing him about how close it is to "133". 5 minutes later - "Day 133" He flips shit, stands up. Yells "GOD DAMNIT!" and storms out of the theatre.

Haunted by a number, teased by Matt Damon.

BBunni

I was an antag as a scientist, decided to screw everything and make some massive bombs. Well, the target was the RD, who just so happened to stroll by when I was about to fire up the super-heated plasma. I quietly para-penned him, took his ID, then shoved him into the mixing chamber and toasted him. Afterwards, the captain and the detective strolled by, and was looking for the ID. They said that he might be a traitor, and that I should look out for him. The captain was almost in view of the toasty RD's body, and I was ready to run. However, he stopped when he was about to get view. I gulped, and they left quickly to go search for the RD. After that close call, I got the bombs out and started calibrating them. At that exact moment, the captain decided to stroll by. Seeing what was going on, he told me to come out with my hands up, not bothering to radio since he had cornered me without a weapon. I feigned surrender and, procuring a para-pen, rushed him the second I went out the doors. Soon, I had two toasty people roasting quite lavishly inside the plasma fires. TL;DR: Roast RD, captain almost sees, comes back when making bombs, two people roasting.

I was an antag as a scientist, decided to screw everything and make some massive bombs. Well, the target was the RD, who just so happened to stroll by when I was about to fire up the super-heated plasma. I quietly para-penned him, took his ID, then shoved him into the mixing chamber and toasted him. Afterwards, the captain and the detective strolled by, and was looking for the ID. They said that he might be a traitor, and that I should look out for him. The captain was almost in view of the toasty RD's body, and I was ready to run. However, he stopped when he was about to get view. I gulped, and they left quickly to go search for the RD. After that close call, I got the bombs out and started calibrating them. At that exact moment, the captain decided to stroll by. Seeing what was going on, he told me to come out with my hands up, not bothering to radio since he had cornered me without a weapon. I feigned surrender and, procuring a para-pen, rushed him the second I went out the doors. Soon, I had two toasty people roasting quite lavishly inside the plasma fires. TL;DR: Roast RD, captain almost sees, comes back when making bombs, two people roasting.

SS13

t5_2s9yk

chgz0it

I was an antag as a scientist, decided to screw everything and make some massive bombs. Well, the target was the RD, who just so happened to stroll by when I was about to fire up the super-heated plasma. I quietly para-penned him, took his ID, then shoved him into the mixing chamber and toasted him. Afterwards, the captain and the detective strolled by, and was looking for the ID. They said that he might be a traitor, and that I should look out for him. The captain was almost in view of the toasty RD's body, and I was ready to run. However, he stopped when he was about to get view. I gulped, and they left quickly to go search for the RD. After that close call, I got the bombs out and started calibrating them. At that exact moment, the captain decided to stroll by. Seeing what was going on, he told me to come out with my hands up, not bothering to radio since he had cornered me without a weapon. I feigned surrender and, procuring a para-pen, rushed him the second I went out the doors. Soon, I had two toasty people roasting quite lavishly inside the plasma fires.

Roast RD, captain almost sees, comes back when making bombs, two people roasting.

AgentOfThe9

For the longest time, I've been "Only 2D Metroid. They're the only ones I can play." and I've no idea why. I've played through all the 2D games countless times and love them all, but I have this nagging guilt in the back of my mind, that I'm neglecting amazing games, but I can't get into them. This has been going on for *years*. Then Federation Force came out and I gave it a try, mostly because I wanted to support the series and I actually loved it. Since beating FF, I've wanted to return to Prime, but haven't gotten around to it. **However** there's one problem I have with this. I absolutely, with unexplained and unbridled rage, fucking **hate** motion controls. I have a feeling I'll love Prime 1, because I have it on Gamecube. The other two games however, I'd need to buy the trilogy for on the eshop, and I'm left with no choice, trilogy or not, but to use that loathsome cunt of a nunchuck. What do I do? Grin and bear it or what? Because I definitely want to play the series. TL;DR I'm a 200+ lb baby about motion controls, but want to play the prime series. How do. Edit: Everyone's telling me the motion controls aren't intrusive or bad and some feel like it adds to the game, so this Hugh Mongous baby man will give it a try, once the ration of Shekels arrives.

For the longest time, I've been "Only 2D Metroid. They're the only ones I can play." and I've no idea why. I've played through all the 2D games countless times and love them all, but I have this nagging guilt in the back of my mind, that I'm neglecting amazing games, but I can't get into them. This has been going on for years . Then Federation Force came out and I gave it a try, mostly because I wanted to support the series and I actually loved it. Since beating FF, I've wanted to return to Prime, but haven't gotten around to it. However there's one problem I have with this. I absolutely, with unexplained and unbridled rage, fucking hate motion controls. I have a feeling I'll love Prime 1, because I have it on Gamecube. The other two games however, I'd need to buy the trilogy for on the eshop, and I'm left with no choice, trilogy or not, but to use that loathsome cunt of a nunchuck. What do I do? Grin and bear it or what? Because I definitely want to play the series. TL;DR I'm a 200+ lb baby about motion controls, but want to play the prime series. How do. Edit: Everyone's telling me the motion controls aren't intrusive or bad and some feel like it adds to the game, so this Hugh Mongous baby man will give it a try, once the ration of Shekels arrives.

Metroid

t5_2rrd6

t3_51ns8h

For the longest time, I've been "Only 2D Metroid. They're the only ones I can play." and I've no idea why. I've played through all the 2D games countless times and love them all, but I have this nagging guilt in the back of my mind, that I'm neglecting amazing games, but I can't get into them. This has been going on for years . Then Federation Force came out and I gave it a try, mostly because I wanted to support the series and I actually loved it. Since beating FF, I've wanted to return to Prime, but haven't gotten around to it. However there's one problem I have with this. I absolutely, with unexplained and unbridled rage, fucking hate motion controls. I have a feeling I'll love Prime 1, because I have it on Gamecube. The other two games however, I'd need to buy the trilogy for on the eshop, and I'm left with no choice, trilogy or not, but to use that loathsome cunt of a nunchuck. What do I do? Grin and bear it or what? Because I definitely want to play the series.

I'm a 200+ lb baby about motion controls, but want to play the prime series. How do. Edit: Everyone's telling me the motion controls aren't intrusive or bad and some feel like it adds to the game, so this Hugh Mongous baby man will give it a try, once the ration of Shekels arrives.

[deleted]

I've pretty much been a CA for 2 years. Met a guy last July, fell in love with him pretty quickly, we spent New Year's in NYC blah blah blah. Shortly after or around that time, we started to drift apart. In March, he says that I'm a "best friend to him right now" and essentially, that I have to figure my own shit out before we can have a relationship (he's also an alcoholic with his own deep shit going on). I go into the psych hospital because of alcohol induced panic attacks (though that's hardly the only cause). He visits me while I'm there. I told him how they have me on a detox and I feel "calmer and healthier than ever." I'm sober one day going out of the hospital. I've tried texting him twice since he has claimed to be a support for me. Then, an angry facebook message as he didn't respond. I miss him. I drank for a whole month, then had two days sober, and I'm now drinking heavily tonight. Is it all gone? Do you ever feel you can control it? tl;dr: should I try to text my now ex-bf again after he ignored my attempts to reach out through text and shit? hi, maybe I shouldn't be on this subreddit?

I've pretty much been a CA for 2 years. Met a guy last July, fell in love with him pretty quickly, we spent New Year's in NYC blah blah blah. Shortly after or around that time, we started to drift apart. In March, he says that I'm a "best friend to him right now" and essentially, that I have to figure my own shit out before we can have a relationship (he's also an alcoholic with his own deep shit going on). I go into the psych hospital because of alcohol induced panic attacks (though that's hardly the only cause). He visits me while I'm there. I told him how they have me on a detox and I feel "calmer and healthier than ever." I'm sober one day going out of the hospital. I've tried texting him twice since he has claimed to be a support for me. Then, an angry facebook message as he didn't respond. I miss him. I drank for a whole month, then had two days sober, and I'm now drinking heavily tonight. Is it all gone? Do you ever feel you can control it? tl;dr: should I try to text my now ex-bf again after he ignored my attempts to reach out through text and shit? hi, maybe I shouldn't be on this subreddit?

cripplingalcoholism

t5_2s68b

t3_28fgz0

I've pretty much been a CA for 2 years. Met a guy last July, fell in love with him pretty quickly, we spent New Year's in NYC blah blah blah. Shortly after or around that time, we started to drift apart. In March, he says that I'm a "best friend to him right now" and essentially, that I have to figure my own shit out before we can have a relationship (he's also an alcoholic with his own deep shit going on). I go into the psych hospital because of alcohol induced panic attacks (though that's hardly the only cause). He visits me while I'm there. I told him how they have me on a detox and I feel "calmer and healthier than ever." I'm sober one day going out of the hospital. I've tried texting him twice since he has claimed to be a support for me. Then, an angry facebook message as he didn't respond. I miss him. I drank for a whole month, then had two days sober, and I'm now drinking heavily tonight. Is it all gone? Do you ever feel you can control it?

should I try to text my now ex-bf again after he ignored my attempts to reach out through text and shit? hi, maybe I shouldn't be on this subreddit?

Historyguy81

&gt;Interesting that it is your go-to source for climate change data though It's global temperature data, not climate change data. The reason I have problems with NOAA and NASA presented data is that they have this nasty problem of changing the data from the raw weather station to their final presentation. One of the two agencies, I would have to dig up which one, reported readings on parts of the planet that didn't have weather stations. They basically said they estimated for those areas. The reason I like satellite data is that it records the whole world at a uniform rate and with a uniform method rather than relying on cherry picked ground stations and having to fiddle with numbers to adjust for creeping urbanization. Concrete and asphalt warm things up significantly. Cities have the same effect as a brick oven, they soak up solar heat and light all day and radiate it back out as they go, increasing temperatures. I am all for putting some climate change squarely on the shoulders of these cities, but it would be local climate change. Making regions warmer does really change things. We can even develop this into global climate change since our concrete jungles are positioned many places around the globe and they can heat up the air changing air patterns globally. But the point is, satellite measurements are pretty solid, even ground stations at local levels are pretty solid, the warming trend from the late seventies through the late nineties has stopped and we are steady now. The real scientists would ask why this is. The politician will use sensationalism, either "this doesn't mean anything!" or "global warming never happened!" I have heard both, both are a lie. We are warmer than we were in the 1970s, this cannot be denied by any data. We have stopped warming, this too cannot be denied by any data. Why? Was Carbon Dioxide responsible? well, not directly, not as currently proposed since we have been increasing co2 levels since 1997 and temperatures haven't kept going. Some have started to argue for a delayed effect, others have argued that the impacts of co2 are much lower than previously reported (these people tend to be thrown to the back of the room since they make co2 less scary) Others have pointed out that co2 rises AFTER warming as the oceans that are warmer hold less gas. (you can test this with soda or champagne). I point to paleoclimate data reconstructions (take them with the appropriate grain of salt) that show that the average historic concentration of co2 is 2000ppm and we are just crossing 400ppm. we are at 20% of average levels (which helps to explain our stunning lack of forests when compared to millions of years ago, it also helps explain our ancestors' divergence from proto-chimps as our ancestors were kicked out of the jungles). I also note that when we had 7000ppm (3.5 times the average) the earth was covered in ice. This really kills a strong and direct connection between co2 and global temperatures. When people try to cause panic over rising temperatures, I just point out the last 2000 years. We had warming in the 1000s and things didn't crumble, in fact, we flourished! We actually had issues in the 500s and 1500s when temperatures cooled off. in the 1880s we began to warm up again. And by the 1920s we had this amazing thing happening in the arctic, the ice nearly all melted (just like in 2010!!!). The reason I really try to emphasize the cyclical nature of these events is to attempt to calm down the hysteria from people. Hysterical people make stupid decisions. 1) We have survived warmer AND colder climates before and with modern technology we will do even better. 2) We are builders, rising sea levels will not happen fast enough to kill us, we will just build UP slowly. Holland did this in the middle ages. The city of Sacramento, California in the 1850s did it on very little money when they got tired of their two rivers flooding them every two years. It isn't that hard to build sea walls. A great example of building up that we can see is in the city of Rome, Italy. They excavated their ancient forum from 2000 years ago, the place is like 5 meters below the surface of modern Rome. in 2000 years the city rose up 5 meters! 3) The focus on climate change, even if some one can present testable evidence that humans are some how causing this climate change (That somehow fits into the natural cycle parameters...) it's nothing near the threat people make it out to be, and it diverts resources from what I argue is the real human caused threats of toxic pollution. Humans are builders. We build things. Sometimes we don't think things through enough for we are impulsive or cluttered even. In the 1930s American farming methods on the great planes caused soil erosion and with the massive droughts in the 1930s (the EPA still records that as the hottest and driest time in recorded history. The US government cannot even get their agencies to agree on basic scientific data...) the soil dried up and blew away. I had the fortune to interview a lady who grew up in the dustbowl, and she told me some crazy and scary stories about dust storms. Well we did learn a thing or two from that and our farmers, not out of ecological interest, but economic interest, improved their methods. (no profit can be had when your soil flies away!). We damaged that part of our country, our world, and we learned how we screwed up and we didn't do it again. But now we have a shortage of ground water because of other mistakes. They are working on pro-actively stopping problems from that, lets hope they figure out the right things. in the 1700s the UK developed steam engines, and by the 1750s James Watt made the Steam Engine really useful. By the 1850s the UK had tons of steam engines for industrial use and they burned dirty coal. Sure when it was just a small mine or factory, burning coal wasn't an issue, the soot could be washed out and dealt with. Pack London and Manchester full of these things and it overloaded the systems. Things got bad. By the 1890s cities in the US and Germany and Japan had the same issues! So we started to take steps, we looked for ways to clean things up and switched from coal steam plants to oil driven electrical plants, which were much cleaner. By the 1960s we realized that even oil was dumping unwanted chemicals in the air so we improved upon them too! Now, I am not saying "problem solved, let's watch the game!" I am saying "Progress is moving toward a solution, 80% improvement." London's fog is white again. LA and California will always have smog, but at least now it is 75% natural smog (there is natural smog, both LA and California are climactic bowls with lots of mountains to constrain our air, nifty stuff really). What about toxic dumping. We are builders, not just of great machines and towers, but of tiny chemicals. We create toxic stuff. Our ancient traditions of waste was just to toss it, "over there" and be done with it. In ancient cities many places developed plumbing (it seems it was more common than had been thought!) but in middle ages Europe, the new commercial urban settings didn't really have pluming. They dumped their chamber pots right out the window. People in cities kept getting sick right up until the 20th century when plumbing returned in force. That toxic waste was dealt with, but welcome to the electronic ages. Companies would have toxic waste and just dump it on cheap empty lots. Then poor people would build houses on those lots and... get sick. So now we are working to clean that up. They dumped crap in the ocean because... it's fucking huge! And then realized the currents drove that crap right back to the shore. So now we are working on changing that, but some people realize that if they dump here, the currents take the crap to the jerks up stream... So they don't care. Sad, hard to stop. Nuclear waste, they made fission plants and only used 10% of the power in the uranium. Nuclear waste is hot, it can be used for power, but they don't want to invest the money to recycle it. (such recycling plants would be politically unpopular too!) So they store it in a mountain until we can build such a plant. So... TL;DR Global warming, man made or not, should not be our focus, other ecological problems should be.

>Interesting that it is your go-to source for climate change data though It's global temperature data, not climate change data. The reason I have problems with NOAA and NASA presented data is that they have this nasty problem of changing the data from the raw weather station to their final presentation. One of the two agencies, I would have to dig up which one, reported readings on parts of the planet that didn't have weather stations. They basically said they estimated for those areas. The reason I like satellite data is that it records the whole world at a uniform rate and with a uniform method rather than relying on cherry picked ground stations and having to fiddle with numbers to adjust for creeping urbanization. Concrete and asphalt warm things up significantly. Cities have the same effect as a brick oven, they soak up solar heat and light all day and radiate it back out as they go, increasing temperatures. I am all for putting some climate change squarely on the shoulders of these cities, but it would be local climate change. Making regions warmer does really change things. We can even develop this into global climate change since our concrete jungles are positioned many places around the globe and they can heat up the air changing air patterns globally. But the point is, satellite measurements are pretty solid, even ground stations at local levels are pretty solid, the warming trend from the late seventies through the late nineties has stopped and we are steady now. The real scientists would ask why this is. The politician will use sensationalism, either "this doesn't mean anything!" or "global warming never happened!" I have heard both, both are a lie. We are warmer than we were in the 1970s, this cannot be denied by any data. We have stopped warming, this too cannot be denied by any data. Why? Was Carbon Dioxide responsible? well, not directly, not as currently proposed since we have been increasing co2 levels since 1997 and temperatures haven't kept going. Some have started to argue for a delayed effect, others have argued that the impacts of co2 are much lower than previously reported (these people tend to be thrown to the back of the room since they make co2 less scary) Others have pointed out that co2 rises AFTER warming as the oceans that are warmer hold less gas. (you can test this with soda or champagne). I point to paleoclimate data reconstructions (take them with the appropriate grain of salt) that show that the average historic concentration of co2 is 2000ppm and we are just crossing 400ppm. we are at 20% of average levels (which helps to explain our stunning lack of forests when compared to millions of years ago, it also helps explain our ancestors' divergence from proto-chimps as our ancestors were kicked out of the jungles). I also note that when we had 7000ppm (3.5 times the average) the earth was covered in ice. This really kills a strong and direct connection between co2 and global temperatures. When people try to cause panic over rising temperatures, I just point out the last 2000 years. We had warming in the 1000s and things didn't crumble, in fact, we flourished! We actually had issues in the 500s and 1500s when temperatures cooled off. in the 1880s we began to warm up again. And by the 1920s we had this amazing thing happening in the arctic, the ice nearly all melted (just like in 2010!!!). The reason I really try to emphasize the cyclical nature of these events is to attempt to calm down the hysteria from people. Hysterical people make stupid decisions. 1) We have survived warmer AND colder climates before and with modern technology we will do even better. 2) We are builders, rising sea levels will not happen fast enough to kill us, we will just build UP slowly. Holland did this in the middle ages. The city of Sacramento, California in the 1850s did it on very little money when they got tired of their two rivers flooding them every two years. It isn't that hard to build sea walls. A great example of building up that we can see is in the city of Rome, Italy. They excavated their ancient forum from 2000 years ago, the place is like 5 meters below the surface of modern Rome. in 2000 years the city rose up 5 meters! 3) The focus on climate change, even if some one can present testable evidence that humans are some how causing this climate change (That somehow fits into the natural cycle parameters...) it's nothing near the threat people make it out to be, and it diverts resources from what I argue is the real human caused threats of toxic pollution. Humans are builders. We build things. Sometimes we don't think things through enough for we are impulsive or cluttered even. In the 1930s American farming methods on the great planes caused soil erosion and with the massive droughts in the 1930s (the EPA still records that as the hottest and driest time in recorded history. The US government cannot even get their agencies to agree on basic scientific data...) the soil dried up and blew away. I had the fortune to interview a lady who grew up in the dustbowl, and she told me some crazy and scary stories about dust storms. Well we did learn a thing or two from that and our farmers, not out of ecological interest, but economic interest, improved their methods. (no profit can be had when your soil flies away!). We damaged that part of our country, our world, and we learned how we screwed up and we didn't do it again. But now we have a shortage of ground water because of other mistakes. They are working on pro-actively stopping problems from that, lets hope they figure out the right things. in the 1700s the UK developed steam engines, and by the 1750s James Watt made the Steam Engine really useful. By the 1850s the UK had tons of steam engines for industrial use and they burned dirty coal. Sure when it was just a small mine or factory, burning coal wasn't an issue, the soot could be washed out and dealt with. Pack London and Manchester full of these things and it overloaded the systems. Things got bad. By the 1890s cities in the US and Germany and Japan had the same issues! So we started to take steps, we looked for ways to clean things up and switched from coal steam plants to oil driven electrical plants, which were much cleaner. By the 1960s we realized that even oil was dumping unwanted chemicals in the air so we improved upon them too! Now, I am not saying "problem solved, let's watch the game!" I am saying "Progress is moving toward a solution, 80% improvement." London's fog is white again. LA and California will always have smog, but at least now it is 75% natural smog (there is natural smog, both LA and California are climactic bowls with lots of mountains to constrain our air, nifty stuff really). What about toxic dumping. We are builders, not just of great machines and towers, but of tiny chemicals. We create toxic stuff. Our ancient traditions of waste was just to toss it, "over there" and be done with it. In ancient cities many places developed plumbing (it seems it was more common than had been thought!) but in middle ages Europe, the new commercial urban settings didn't really have pluming. They dumped their chamber pots right out the window. People in cities kept getting sick right up until the 20th century when plumbing returned in force. That toxic waste was dealt with, but welcome to the electronic ages. Companies would have toxic waste and just dump it on cheap empty lots. Then poor people would build houses on those lots and... get sick. So now we are working to clean that up. They dumped crap in the ocean because... it's fucking huge! And then realized the currents drove that crap right back to the shore. So now we are working on changing that, but some people realize that if they dump here, the currents take the crap to the jerks up stream... So they don't care. Sad, hard to stop. Nuclear waste, they made fission plants and only used 10% of the power in the uranium. Nuclear waste is hot, it can be used for power, but they don't want to invest the money to recycle it. (such recycling plants would be politically unpopular too!) So they store it in a mountain until we can build such a plant. So... TL;DR Global warming, man made or not, should not be our focus, other ecological problems should be.

Futurology

t5_2t7no

cre2e16

Interesting that it is your go-to source for climate change data though It's global temperature data, not climate change data. The reason I have problems with NOAA and NASA presented data is that they have this nasty problem of changing the data from the raw weather station to their final presentation. One of the two agencies, I would have to dig up which one, reported readings on parts of the planet that didn't have weather stations. They basically said they estimated for those areas. The reason I like satellite data is that it records the whole world at a uniform rate and with a uniform method rather than relying on cherry picked ground stations and having to fiddle with numbers to adjust for creeping urbanization. Concrete and asphalt warm things up significantly. Cities have the same effect as a brick oven, they soak up solar heat and light all day and radiate it back out as they go, increasing temperatures. I am all for putting some climate change squarely on the shoulders of these cities, but it would be local climate change. Making regions warmer does really change things. We can even develop this into global climate change since our concrete jungles are positioned many places around the globe and they can heat up the air changing air patterns globally. But the point is, satellite measurements are pretty solid, even ground stations at local levels are pretty solid, the warming trend from the late seventies through the late nineties has stopped and we are steady now. The real scientists would ask why this is. The politician will use sensationalism, either "this doesn't mean anything!" or "global warming never happened!" I have heard both, both are a lie. We are warmer than we were in the 1970s, this cannot be denied by any data. We have stopped warming, this too cannot be denied by any data. Why? Was Carbon Dioxide responsible? well, not directly, not as currently proposed since we have been increasing co2 levels since 1997 and temperatures haven't kept going. Some have started to argue for a delayed effect, others have argued that the impacts of co2 are much lower than previously reported (these people tend to be thrown to the back of the room since they make co2 less scary) Others have pointed out that co2 rises AFTER warming as the oceans that are warmer hold less gas. (you can test this with soda or champagne). I point to paleoclimate data reconstructions (take them with the appropriate grain of salt) that show that the average historic concentration of co2 is 2000ppm and we are just crossing 400ppm. we are at 20% of average levels (which helps to explain our stunning lack of forests when compared to millions of years ago, it also helps explain our ancestors' divergence from proto-chimps as our ancestors were kicked out of the jungles). I also note that when we had 7000ppm (3.5 times the average) the earth was covered in ice. This really kills a strong and direct connection between co2 and global temperatures. When people try to cause panic over rising temperatures, I just point out the last 2000 years. We had warming in the 1000s and things didn't crumble, in fact, we flourished! We actually had issues in the 500s and 1500s when temperatures cooled off. in the 1880s we began to warm up again. And by the 1920s we had this amazing thing happening in the arctic, the ice nearly all melted (just like in 2010!!!). The reason I really try to emphasize the cyclical nature of these events is to attempt to calm down the hysteria from people. Hysterical people make stupid decisions. 1) We have survived warmer AND colder climates before and with modern technology we will do even better. 2) We are builders, rising sea levels will not happen fast enough to kill us, we will just build UP slowly. Holland did this in the middle ages. The city of Sacramento, California in the 1850s did it on very little money when they got tired of their two rivers flooding them every two years. It isn't that hard to build sea walls. A great example of building up that we can see is in the city of Rome, Italy. They excavated their ancient forum from 2000 years ago, the place is like 5 meters below the surface of modern Rome. in 2000 years the city rose up 5 meters! 3) The focus on climate change, even if some one can present testable evidence that humans are some how causing this climate change (That somehow fits into the natural cycle parameters...) it's nothing near the threat people make it out to be, and it diverts resources from what I argue is the real human caused threats of toxic pollution. Humans are builders. We build things. Sometimes we don't think things through enough for we are impulsive or cluttered even. In the 1930s American farming methods on the great planes caused soil erosion and with the massive droughts in the 1930s (the EPA still records that as the hottest and driest time in recorded history. The US government cannot even get their agencies to agree on basic scientific data...) the soil dried up and blew away. I had the fortune to interview a lady who grew up in the dustbowl, and she told me some crazy and scary stories about dust storms. Well we did learn a thing or two from that and our farmers, not out of ecological interest, but economic interest, improved their methods. (no profit can be had when your soil flies away!). We damaged that part of our country, our world, and we learned how we screwed up and we didn't do it again. But now we have a shortage of ground water because of other mistakes. They are working on pro-actively stopping problems from that, lets hope they figure out the right things. in the 1700s the UK developed steam engines, and by the 1750s James Watt made the Steam Engine really useful. By the 1850s the UK had tons of steam engines for industrial use and they burned dirty coal. Sure when it was just a small mine or factory, burning coal wasn't an issue, the soot could be washed out and dealt with. Pack London and Manchester full of these things and it overloaded the systems. Things got bad. By the 1890s cities in the US and Germany and Japan had the same issues! So we started to take steps, we looked for ways to clean things up and switched from coal steam plants to oil driven electrical plants, which were much cleaner. By the 1960s we realized that even oil was dumping unwanted chemicals in the air so we improved upon them too! Now, I am not saying "problem solved, let's watch the game!" I am saying "Progress is moving toward a solution, 80% improvement." London's fog is white again. LA and California will always have smog, but at least now it is 75% natural smog (there is natural smog, both LA and California are climactic bowls with lots of mountains to constrain our air, nifty stuff really). What about toxic dumping. We are builders, not just of great machines and towers, but of tiny chemicals. We create toxic stuff. Our ancient traditions of waste was just to toss it, "over there" and be done with it. In ancient cities many places developed plumbing (it seems it was more common than had been thought!) but in middle ages Europe, the new commercial urban settings didn't really have pluming. They dumped their chamber pots right out the window. People in cities kept getting sick right up until the 20th century when plumbing returned in force. That toxic waste was dealt with, but welcome to the electronic ages. Companies would have toxic waste and just dump it on cheap empty lots. Then poor people would build houses on those lots and... get sick. So now we are working to clean that up. They dumped crap in the ocean because... it's fucking huge! And then realized the currents drove that crap right back to the shore. So now we are working on changing that, but some people realize that if they dump here, the currents take the crap to the jerks up stream... So they don't care. Sad, hard to stop. Nuclear waste, they made fission plants and only used 10% of the power in the uranium. Nuclear waste is hot, it can be used for power, but they don't want to invest the money to recycle it. (such recycling plants would be politically unpopular too!) So they store it in a mountain until we can build such a plant. So...

Global warming, man made or not, should not be our focus, other ecological problems should be.

funkme1ster

Pros: * stupid fuckin cheap * unlimited data means I tether it for constant mobile data on my android tablet * easy to setup credit card auto-pay * Wind TAB system is fairly simple: You get a phone (say $300) at the beginning of your service for free. You owe them the cost of that phone. Every month, 10% of your bill (pre-tax, if you pay $30 / mo, then it's $3) is deducted from that amount. If you end service with them prior to 3 years, you owe them the remainder, otherwise at the 3 year mark your remaining debt balance is pardoned. Cons: * Low in-house phone selection, so if you're picky you need to buy your own phone outright and bring it to them (check in advance to make sure it's compatible) * Small wind-zone areas mean phones become near useless if you travel a lot (roaming charges are expensive and prohibitive) * Coverage in wind zones can be spotty at times. I work in the downtown core of my city and barely get a 2G signal at work. **tl;dr** - Great, cheap plans for an everyday phone line, do not go for wind if you plan on regular travel or know you'll be outside of the core zone more than 20% of your time.

Pros: stupid fuckin cheap unlimited data means I tether it for constant mobile data on my android tablet easy to setup credit card auto-pay Wind TAB system is fairly simple: You get a phone (say $300) at the beginning of your service for free. You owe them the cost of that phone. Every month, 10% of your bill (pre-tax, if you pay $30 / mo, then it's $3) is deducted from that amount. If you end service with them prior to 3 years, you owe them the remainder, otherwise at the 3 year mark your remaining debt balance is pardoned. Cons: Low in-house phone selection, so if you're picky you need to buy your own phone outright and bring it to them (check in advance to make sure it's compatible) Small wind-zone areas mean phones become near useless if you travel a lot (roaming charges are expensive and prohibitive) Coverage in wind zones can be spotty at times. I work in the downtown core of my city and barely get a 2G signal at work. tl;dr - Great, cheap plans for an everyday phone line, do not go for wind if you plan on regular travel or know you'll be outside of the core zone more than 20% of your time.

canada

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Pros: stupid fuckin cheap unlimited data means I tether it for constant mobile data on my android tablet easy to setup credit card auto-pay Wind TAB system is fairly simple: You get a phone (say $300) at the beginning of your service for free. You owe them the cost of that phone. Every month, 10% of your bill (pre-tax, if you pay $30 / mo, then it's $3) is deducted from that amount. If you end service with them prior to 3 years, you owe them the remainder, otherwise at the 3 year mark your remaining debt balance is pardoned. Cons: Low in-house phone selection, so if you're picky you need to buy your own phone outright and bring it to them (check in advance to make sure it's compatible) Small wind-zone areas mean phones become near useless if you travel a lot (roaming charges are expensive and prohibitive) Coverage in wind zones can be spotty at times. I work in the downtown core of my city and barely get a 2G signal at work.

Great, cheap plans for an everyday phone line, do not go for wind if you plan on regular travel or know you'll be outside of the core zone more than 20% of your time.

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I am a teacher that for one reason or another has been asked to start up my school's newspaper. I have little to no journalism experience, other than English classes I took in college as an English major. So, if you've ever been part of a journalism class or played a role in assembling a newspaper, any tips or ideas would be greatly appreciated. tl;dr: I'm a rookie high school newspaper advisor that needs tips and advice.

I am a teacher that for one reason or another has been asked to start up my school's newspaper. I have little to no journalism experience, other than English classes I took in college as an English major. So, if you've ever been part of a journalism class or played a role in assembling a newspaper, any tips or ideas would be greatly appreciated. tl;dr: I'm a rookie high school newspaper advisor that needs tips and advice.

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I am a teacher that for one reason or another has been asked to start up my school's newspaper. I have little to no journalism experience, other than English classes I took in college as an English major. So, if you've ever been part of a journalism class or played a role in assembling a newspaper, any tips or ideas would be greatly appreciated.

I'm a rookie high school newspaper advisor that needs tips and advice.

itsbraille

Some spilt milk, dripping off a table's edge into an old timey "milkman era" jar. TL;DR: spilt milk falling into place

Some spilt milk, dripping off a table's edge into an old timey "milkman era" jar. TL;DR: spilt milk falling into place

ModestMouse

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Some spilt milk, dripping off a table's edge into an old timey "milkman era" jar.

spilt milk falling into place

iPeeLavaLampGoo

In terms of killstreaks: They are by no means pointless. The thing I like about them is that they require you to do something to get use out of them. Not lay down in a corner and call an airstrike or a helicopter that can shoot out its ass. Invisibility is fun. The auger is fun as hell. They did it so that someone can't take out the entire enemy team when they're on the other side of the map. The whole point is that they DO NOT want to be like CoD and Halo and I think they achieve that. Better graphics, better gameplay, no random bullets hitting your foot and killing you. Enemies are difficult to kill which pushes players to stick together. Killzone MP is very cool, but far from solid and polished. There's still spawn camping going on all the time and horrific balancing issues. **TL;DR** R3 has great graphics, gameplay, textures, blah blah blah. They aren't trying to be like CoD and Halo because those games blow.

In terms of killstreaks: They are by no means pointless. The thing I like about them is that they require you to do something to get use out of them. Not lay down in a corner and call an airstrike or a helicopter that can shoot out its ass. Invisibility is fun. The auger is fun as hell. They did it so that someone can't take out the entire enemy team when they're on the other side of the map. The whole point is that they DO NOT want to be like CoD and Halo and I think they achieve that. Better graphics, better gameplay, no random bullets hitting your foot and killing you. Enemies are difficult to kill which pushes players to stick together. Killzone MP is very cool, but far from solid and polished. There's still spawn camping going on all the time and horrific balancing issues. TL;DR R3 has great graphics, gameplay, textures, blah blah blah. They aren't trying to be like CoD and Halo because those games blow.

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In terms of killstreaks: They are by no means pointless. The thing I like about them is that they require you to do something to get use out of them. Not lay down in a corner and call an airstrike or a helicopter that can shoot out its ass. Invisibility is fun. The auger is fun as hell. They did it so that someone can't take out the entire enemy team when they're on the other side of the map. The whole point is that they DO NOT want to be like CoD and Halo and I think they achieve that. Better graphics, better gameplay, no random bullets hitting your foot and killing you. Enemies are difficult to kill which pushes players to stick together. Killzone MP is very cool, but far from solid and polished. There's still spawn camping going on all the time and horrific balancing issues.

R3 has great graphics, gameplay, textures, blah blah blah. They aren't trying to be like CoD and Halo because those games blow.

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Haven't seen one of these yet, figured some people might have questions about drumming or drummers in general. How I became a drummer: I first became interested in music as something more than an idle distraction when I listened to Rush's "A Farewell To Kings" when I was 10 or 11. Made me completely change the way I thought about music. I started playing guitar right around that time, self-teaching myself and learning how to play (mostly Rush) songs. During late elementary school I went through a major songwriting phase, but it kinda died off in High School (to this day I wish it didn't, but I can't argue with musical writer's block...) I actually started playing drums proper in Grade 9. My maternal grandfather was a big band drummer years back, and had a really old kit at his house I would mess around with from time to time, and I had a fairly natural sense of rhythm and beat right from the getgo. When grade 10 came, I was eligible to play in the school Jazz Band. I originally tried out on guitar, but I've never been particularly good at it, and have quit in the years since, so I didn't make the audition. Then, my music teacher, who had seen me mess around a bit behind the kit in grade 9 music, asked me if I wanted to try out for drums. I said "Sure, I'll give it a shot." I showed up to the audition without owning, nor ever actually playing, a full kit before (my grandfathers was a 2-piece snare + bass, with hihats and a crash/ride). My competition were two Niner Punk drummers who were terrible, a grade 11 who smacked the drums so hard he gave the teacher a headache (his words!), and myself: all I played for him was a basic swing beat, and apologized with "Sorry that's really all I know". He said "Don't worry: you have the feel. That's what they lack. You can learn the rest." I played 4 years of HS jazz band (Musicfest Canada Gold 1 year [12], Silver 3 years [10-11, 13]), then stopped playing to go to Uni. Did a year of that, got sick of it and came back home, got a double-kick pedal from my parents for my 20th birthday, and have been rocking out ever since (22 now)! Kit: Tama Swingstar (got it half-way through Grade 10 when I decided I needed to practice at home too ;-)), 5-piece. Sabian B8 14" Hi-Hats Zildjian A 6" Splash Zildjian A 12" Splash Sabian XS 16" Crash Zildjian A 16" Thin Crash Zildjian ZBT 18" Crash/Ride Zildjian A 21" Sweet Ride Zildjian A 20" Medium Ride Cowbell Double-kick pedal Picture: Sticks: Promark 5A or 747 (Neil Peart Signatures) My Idols: Neil Peart and Mike Portnoy. I respect tons of other drummers but my style is definitely a fusion of those two guys more than anything else. I play (and listen to) a lot of Rush and Dream Theater! So, AMA. (This is my first AMA, sorry if I'm not able to answer many questions tonight, but I will tomorrow at work for sure!) TL;DR: I play drums, have been for just over 7 years, started in a HS jazz band without really playing before, AMA.

Haven't seen one of these yet, figured some people might have questions about drumming or drummers in general. How I became a drummer: I first became interested in music as something more than an idle distraction when I listened to Rush's "A Farewell To Kings" when I was 10 or 11. Made me completely change the way I thought about music. I started playing guitar right around that time, self-teaching myself and learning how to play (mostly Rush) songs. During late elementary school I went through a major songwriting phase, but it kinda died off in High School (to this day I wish it didn't, but I can't argue with musical writer's block...) I actually started playing drums proper in Grade 9. My maternal grandfather was a big band drummer years back, and had a really old kit at his house I would mess around with from time to time, and I had a fairly natural sense of rhythm and beat right from the getgo. When grade 10 came, I was eligible to play in the school Jazz Band. I originally tried out on guitar, but I've never been particularly good at it, and have quit in the years since, so I didn't make the audition. Then, my music teacher, who had seen me mess around a bit behind the kit in grade 9 music, asked me if I wanted to try out for drums. I said "Sure, I'll give it a shot." I showed up to the audition without owning, nor ever actually playing, a full kit before (my grandfathers was a 2-piece snare + bass, with hihats and a crash/ride). My competition were two Niner Punk drummers who were terrible, a grade 11 who smacked the drums so hard he gave the teacher a headache (his words!), and myself: all I played for him was a basic swing beat, and apologized with "Sorry that's really all I know". He said "Don't worry: you have the feel. That's what they lack. You can learn the rest." I played 4 years of HS jazz band (Musicfest Canada Gold 1 year [12], Silver 3 years [10-11, 13]), then stopped playing to go to Uni. Did a year of that, got sick of it and came back home, got a double-kick pedal from my parents for my 20th birthday, and have been rocking out ever since (22 now)! Kit: Tama Swingstar (got it half-way through Grade 10 when I decided I needed to practice at home too ;-)), 5-piece. Sabian B8 14" Hi-Hats Zildjian A 6" Splash Zildjian A 12" Splash Sabian XS 16" Crash Zildjian A 16" Thin Crash Zildjian ZBT 18" Crash/Ride Zildjian A 21" Sweet Ride Zildjian A 20" Medium Ride Cowbell Double-kick pedal Picture: Sticks: Promark 5A or 747 (Neil Peart Signatures) My Idols: Neil Peart and Mike Portnoy. I respect tons of other drummers but my style is definitely a fusion of those two guys more than anything else. I play (and listen to) a lot of Rush and Dream Theater! So, AMA. (This is my first AMA, sorry if I'm not able to answer many questions tonight, but I will tomorrow at work for sure!) TL;DR: I play drums, have been for just over 7 years, started in a HS jazz band without really playing before, AMA.

IAmA

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Haven't seen one of these yet, figured some people might have questions about drumming or drummers in general. How I became a drummer: I first became interested in music as something more than an idle distraction when I listened to Rush's "A Farewell To Kings" when I was 10 or 11. Made me completely change the way I thought about music. I started playing guitar right around that time, self-teaching myself and learning how to play (mostly Rush) songs. During late elementary school I went through a major songwriting phase, but it kinda died off in High School (to this day I wish it didn't, but I can't argue with musical writer's block...) I actually started playing drums proper in Grade 9. My maternal grandfather was a big band drummer years back, and had a really old kit at his house I would mess around with from time to time, and I had a fairly natural sense of rhythm and beat right from the getgo. When grade 10 came, I was eligible to play in the school Jazz Band. I originally tried out on guitar, but I've never been particularly good at it, and have quit in the years since, so I didn't make the audition. Then, my music teacher, who had seen me mess around a bit behind the kit in grade 9 music, asked me if I wanted to try out for drums. I said "Sure, I'll give it a shot." I showed up to the audition without owning, nor ever actually playing, a full kit before (my grandfathers was a 2-piece snare + bass, with hihats and a crash/ride). My competition were two Niner Punk drummers who were terrible, a grade 11 who smacked the drums so hard he gave the teacher a headache (his words!), and myself: all I played for him was a basic swing beat, and apologized with "Sorry that's really all I know". He said "Don't worry: you have the feel. That's what they lack. You can learn the rest." I played 4 years of HS jazz band (Musicfest Canada Gold 1 year [12], Silver 3 years [10-11, 13]), then stopped playing to go to Uni. Did a year of that, got sick of it and came back home, got a double-kick pedal from my parents for my 20th birthday, and have been rocking out ever since (22 now)! Kit: Tama Swingstar (got it half-way through Grade 10 when I decided I needed to practice at home too ;-)), 5-piece. Sabian B8 14" Hi-Hats Zildjian A 6" Splash Zildjian A 12" Splash Sabian XS 16" Crash Zildjian A 16" Thin Crash Zildjian ZBT 18" Crash/Ride Zildjian A 21" Sweet Ride Zildjian A 20" Medium Ride Cowbell Double-kick pedal Picture: Sticks: Promark 5A or 747 (Neil Peart Signatures) My Idols: Neil Peart and Mike Portnoy. I respect tons of other drummers but my style is definitely a fusion of those two guys more than anything else. I play (and listen to) a lot of Rush and Dream Theater! So, AMA. (This is my first AMA, sorry if I'm not able to answer many questions tonight, but I will tomorrow at work for sure!)

I play drums, have been for just over 7 years, started in a HS jazz band without really playing before, AMA.

AthlonRob

remember those signs in Blockbuster and other video stores? "Please be kind, rewind." or something like that. When DVD's came out, it was like a gift from the God's. No more rewinding! And remember the rewinding machines you could buy, so you didn't burn out the motors in the VCR machine? ha ha. Ah the good old days **TL;DR - GET OFF MY LAWN**

remember those signs in Blockbuster and other video stores? "Please be kind, rewind." or something like that. When DVD's came out, it was like a gift from the God's. No more rewinding! And remember the rewinding machines you could buy, so you didn't burn out the motors in the VCR machine? ha ha. Ah the good old days TL;DR - GET OFF MY LAWN

AskReddit

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ca0kc15

remember those signs in Blockbuster and other video stores? "Please be kind, rewind." or something like that. When DVD's came out, it was like a gift from the God's. No more rewinding! And remember the rewinding machines you could buy, so you didn't burn out the motors in the VCR machine? ha ha. Ah the good old days

GET OFF MY LAWN

paulthepenguin

Which is actually the problem with authoritarian states, or even overly stringent laws or enforcement thereof! Showing a certain leniency, depending on the person, the crime, the motive, etc, will actually make someone more likely to not reoffend. Similarly, if someone just screws up once or twice, and you punish them severely for it, regardless of context, that will make them MORE likely to reoffend, which is why the whole "three strikes" thing seems so terrible a policy. Obviously, this depends on all the surrounding factors, too. A serial killer who kills again? Yes, punish severely, get help, and perhaps keep him locked up indefinitely because he clearly CAN'T be in society without feeling all stabby. But a serial drug user (or "addict", medically speaking)? That's not cause to throw them away for life, that's cause to get them some help. In this case, there's clearly a policy of "any time a convict is out of prison, they must be in handcuffs". And it clearly has some relevent reasoning behind it; you don't want the aforementioned serial killer running amock when he goes out for tea with the governor. But given the crime, and the reason, it's clearly a policy poorly used. If they didn't enforce it, they might get a few saying "But Peter didn't have to!", to which they'd have to explain "He didn't, but he also wasn't put in here for diddling kids, you ass." But that outcome would be much better than the alternative, which is alienating said convict (making him more likely to reoffend...as much as you can qualify his reason for imprisonment an "offence"), as well as alienating some of the public, making THEM more likely to offend, or be unsupportive of those involved in creating or enforcing the laws. TL;DR conservative legality is bad, mmmkay?

Which is actually the problem with authoritarian states, or even overly stringent laws or enforcement thereof! Showing a certain leniency, depending on the person, the crime, the motive, etc, will actually make someone more likely to not reoffend. Similarly, if someone just screws up once or twice, and you punish them severely for it, regardless of context, that will make them MORE likely to reoffend, which is why the whole "three strikes" thing seems so terrible a policy. Obviously, this depends on all the surrounding factors, too. A serial killer who kills again? Yes, punish severely, get help, and perhaps keep him locked up indefinitely because he clearly CAN'T be in society without feeling all stabby. But a serial drug user (or "addict", medically speaking)? That's not cause to throw them away for life, that's cause to get them some help. In this case, there's clearly a policy of "any time a convict is out of prison, they must be in handcuffs". And it clearly has some relevent reasoning behind it; you don't want the aforementioned serial killer running amock when he goes out for tea with the governor. But given the crime, and the reason, it's clearly a policy poorly used. If they didn't enforce it, they might get a few saying "But Peter didn't have to!", to which they'd have to explain "He didn't, but he also wasn't put in here for diddling kids, you ass." But that outcome would be much better than the alternative, which is alienating said convict (making him more likely to reoffend...as much as you can qualify his reason for imprisonment an "offence"), as well as alienating some of the public, making THEM more likely to offend, or be unsupportive of those involved in creating or enforcing the laws. TL;DR conservative legality is bad, mmmkay?

technology

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Which is actually the problem with authoritarian states, or even overly stringent laws or enforcement thereof! Showing a certain leniency, depending on the person, the crime, the motive, etc, will actually make someone more likely to not reoffend. Similarly, if someone just screws up once or twice, and you punish them severely for it, regardless of context, that will make them MORE likely to reoffend, which is why the whole "three strikes" thing seems so terrible a policy. Obviously, this depends on all the surrounding factors, too. A serial killer who kills again? Yes, punish severely, get help, and perhaps keep him locked up indefinitely because he clearly CAN'T be in society without feeling all stabby. But a serial drug user (or "addict", medically speaking)? That's not cause to throw them away for life, that's cause to get them some help. In this case, there's clearly a policy of "any time a convict is out of prison, they must be in handcuffs". And it clearly has some relevent reasoning behind it; you don't want the aforementioned serial killer running amock when he goes out for tea with the governor. But given the crime, and the reason, it's clearly a policy poorly used. If they didn't enforce it, they might get a few saying "But Peter didn't have to!", to which they'd have to explain "He didn't, but he also wasn't put in here for diddling kids, you ass." But that outcome would be much better than the alternative, which is alienating said convict (making him more likely to reoffend...as much as you can qualify his reason for imprisonment an "offence"), as well as alienating some of the public, making THEM more likely to offend, or be unsupportive of those involved in creating or enforcing the laws.

conservative legality is bad, mmmkay?

Pyrom4n

When I was about 15, my family had two large rottweilers, both probably about 100lbs, they got out of the fence, so my father and I went looking for them. They're the most harmless dogs that I've owned, we find them being chased by a neighbor with a revolver in his hand, and the dogs are walking towards us like, 'this guy doesn't want to play..' They were just exploring the neighborhood... and this looney toon comes walking up to use with a gun in his hand, now I would understand if they bit someone, or scared someone, but they just kept away from people and wanted to see what was outside of their fence. tl;dr = it's not the dogs it's the owners

When I was about 15, my family had two large rottweilers, both probably about 100lbs, they got out of the fence, so my father and I went looking for them. They're the most harmless dogs that I've owned, we find them being chased by a neighbor with a revolver in his hand, and the dogs are walking towards us like, 'this guy doesn't want to play..' They were just exploring the neighborhood... and this looney toon comes walking up to use with a gun in his hand, now I would understand if they bit someone, or scared someone, but they just kept away from people and wanted to see what was outside of their fence. tl;dr = it's not the dogs it's the owners

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When I was about 15, my family had two large rottweilers, both probably about 100lbs, they got out of the fence, so my father and I went looking for them. They're the most harmless dogs that I've owned, we find them being chased by a neighbor with a revolver in his hand, and the dogs are walking towards us like, 'this guy doesn't want to play..' They were just exploring the neighborhood... and this looney toon comes walking up to use with a gun in his hand, now I would understand if they bit someone, or scared someone, but they just kept away from people and wanted to see what was outside of their fence.

it's not the dogs it's the owners

aUserIWillNotForget

She left me for the second time, saying I don't care. The idea of not caring about her kills me. I think I've accepted that I'm never going to see her again. Honestly, after 5 years, I love her too much to begin another relationship. Most people think that it's stupid to get hung up over a girl that doesn't care about me, as if she were doing fine. I know she's not fine though. I know she's suffering as much as I am. In other news, I'm flunking college again. I've applied to and interviewed for more jobs than I can count, but none of them can get past the idea that I haven't finished college. Even the part-time jobs aren't hiring. I have three days to decide whether to go back to school and I'm beginning to think I'm just going to end up going because I have no other choice. After her and I broke up I started seeing someone else in a non-romantic (not even really sexual) way. I messaged her today and she didn't answer, but I could tell she read it because the program tells me. Maybe I'm too lonely, but I expected a reply. I get it though. She's going through some depression too. I used to cut people off like I wasn't worth it but now that I'm actually reaching out to people, it seems that no one cares. Even when I reach out over the Internet. Tinder and the like offer only douchy gay guys (I'm not homophobic, just these guys are really douchy. I'm actually polysexual.). Reddit has yielded no results, after posting here and the advice column (I wasn't in the advice column for my depression, rather it was about getting into a second relationship with her). My family only wants to talk about getting a job, getting a psychologist, going to school... They don't care about my emotions or anything I need to talk about. They don't ask about my relationships. My stepmom thinks that once I get on medication, I'll magically feel better, because that was her experience, but I'm sick of everyone telling me that they understand. Understanding doesn't make me feel better, and no, they don't understand, otherwise they would know what I need from them. I'm going to talk to one of them about what I need from them today. Last but not least, let me talk about the purpose of this title. When it comes to people I don't feel regular emotions, it feels like. My ex has a point in saying I don't care, because I can see how she sees that. Truth is, I don't worry. People constantly need others to worry about them. I need emotional support, but I wouldn't wish anyone to worry about me. Yet people do it all the time. It's stupid. It's an unnecessary stressor on everyone, and for someone who stresses about everything, it's the least I need in my life, to have to worry about someone as if they're fragile toothpicks. What's more is that everyone worries about me all the time. I don't understand. I'm an adult. I'll be fine. What I need from people is to feel loved and emotionally taken care of, not for someone to pander over me like I'm going to break any second now. Anyway, enough rambling. Thanks for reading. TL; DR: girl left. No one cares. School's hard. The job market's harder. Why do people always act like I'm fragile? I'm finding a psychologist, don't worry. Edit: added some paragraph spacing to make it easier to read.

She left me for the second time, saying I don't care. The idea of not caring about her kills me. I think I've accepted that I'm never going to see her again. Honestly, after 5 years, I love her too much to begin another relationship. Most people think that it's stupid to get hung up over a girl that doesn't care about me, as if she were doing fine. I know she's not fine though. I know she's suffering as much as I am. In other news, I'm flunking college again. I've applied to and interviewed for more jobs than I can count, but none of them can get past the idea that I haven't finished college. Even the part-time jobs aren't hiring. I have three days to decide whether to go back to school and I'm beginning to think I'm just going to end up going because I have no other choice. After her and I broke up I started seeing someone else in a non-romantic (not even really sexual) way. I messaged her today and she didn't answer, but I could tell she read it because the program tells me. Maybe I'm too lonely, but I expected a reply. I get it though. She's going through some depression too. I used to cut people off like I wasn't worth it but now that I'm actually reaching out to people, it seems that no one cares. Even when I reach out over the Internet. Tinder and the like offer only douchy gay guys (I'm not homophobic, just these guys are really douchy. I'm actually polysexual.). Reddit has yielded no results, after posting here and the advice column (I wasn't in the advice column for my depression, rather it was about getting into a second relationship with her). My family only wants to talk about getting a job, getting a psychologist, going to school... They don't care about my emotions or anything I need to talk about. They don't ask about my relationships. My stepmom thinks that once I get on medication, I'll magically feel better, because that was her experience, but I'm sick of everyone telling me that they understand. Understanding doesn't make me feel better, and no, they don't understand, otherwise they would know what I need from them. I'm going to talk to one of them about what I need from them today. Last but not least, let me talk about the purpose of this title. When it comes to people I don't feel regular emotions, it feels like. My ex has a point in saying I don't care, because I can see how she sees that. Truth is, I don't worry. People constantly need others to worry about them. I need emotional support, but I wouldn't wish anyone to worry about me. Yet people do it all the time. It's stupid. It's an unnecessary stressor on everyone, and for someone who stresses about everything, it's the least I need in my life, to have to worry about someone as if they're fragile toothpicks. What's more is that everyone worries about me all the time. I don't understand. I'm an adult. I'll be fine. What I need from people is to feel loved and emotionally taken care of, not for someone to pander over me like I'm going to break any second now. Anyway, enough rambling. Thanks for reading. TL; DR: girl left. No one cares. School's hard. The job market's harder. Why do people always act like I'm fragile? I'm finding a psychologist, don't worry. Edit: added some paragraph spacing to make it easier to read.

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She left me for the second time, saying I don't care. The idea of not caring about her kills me. I think I've accepted that I'm never going to see her again. Honestly, after 5 years, I love her too much to begin another relationship. Most people think that it's stupid to get hung up over a girl that doesn't care about me, as if she were doing fine. I know she's not fine though. I know she's suffering as much as I am. In other news, I'm flunking college again. I've applied to and interviewed for more jobs than I can count, but none of them can get past the idea that I haven't finished college. Even the part-time jobs aren't hiring. I have three days to decide whether to go back to school and I'm beginning to think I'm just going to end up going because I have no other choice. After her and I broke up I started seeing someone else in a non-romantic (not even really sexual) way. I messaged her today and she didn't answer, but I could tell she read it because the program tells me. Maybe I'm too lonely, but I expected a reply. I get it though. She's going through some depression too. I used to cut people off like I wasn't worth it but now that I'm actually reaching out to people, it seems that no one cares. Even when I reach out over the Internet. Tinder and the like offer only douchy gay guys (I'm not homophobic, just these guys are really douchy. I'm actually polysexual.). Reddit has yielded no results, after posting here and the advice column (I wasn't in the advice column for my depression, rather it was about getting into a second relationship with her). My family only wants to talk about getting a job, getting a psychologist, going to school... They don't care about my emotions or anything I need to talk about. They don't ask about my relationships. My stepmom thinks that once I get on medication, I'll magically feel better, because that was her experience, but I'm sick of everyone telling me that they understand. Understanding doesn't make me feel better, and no, they don't understand, otherwise they would know what I need from them. I'm going to talk to one of them about what I need from them today. Last but not least, let me talk about the purpose of this title. When it comes to people I don't feel regular emotions, it feels like. My ex has a point in saying I don't care, because I can see how she sees that. Truth is, I don't worry. People constantly need others to worry about them. I need emotional support, but I wouldn't wish anyone to worry about me. Yet people do it all the time. It's stupid. It's an unnecessary stressor on everyone, and for someone who stresses about everything, it's the least I need in my life, to have to worry about someone as if they're fragile toothpicks. What's more is that everyone worries about me all the time. I don't understand. I'm an adult. I'll be fine. What I need from people is to feel loved and emotionally taken care of, not for someone to pander over me like I'm going to break any second now. Anyway, enough rambling. Thanks for reading.

girl left. No one cares. School's hard. The job market's harder. Why do people always act like I'm fragile? I'm finding a psychologist, don't worry. Edit: added some paragraph spacing to make it easier to read.

JackBauerTheCat

Well, right out of the gates, you're probably going to not even be able to TRY playing the game without updating your OS. 10.6.8 is a great(I personally feel it was the last great os from apple, but that's another story), but Apple cares not for backwards compatibility. There has been 2 major OS releases since 10.6 that have brought some very large overhauls to OS X. You're next problem is your CPU. BL2 says you should have a quad core, but the Intel i3's are all dual core. So even though you're processor speed seems higher than needed, you don't have enough cores. tl;dr probably not. you will definitely need to update your OS, and then you may not have the power.

Well, right out of the gates, you're probably going to not even be able to TRY playing the game without updating your OS. 10.6.8 is a great(I personally feel it was the last great os from apple, but that's another story), but Apple cares not for backwards compatibility. There has been 2 major OS releases since 10.6 that have brought some very large overhauls to OS X. You're next problem is your CPU. BL2 says you should have a quad core, but the Intel i3's are all dual core. So even though you're processor speed seems higher than needed, you don't have enough cores. tl;dr probably not. you will definitely need to update your OS, and then you may not have the power.

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Well, right out of the gates, you're probably going to not even be able to TRY playing the game without updating your OS. 10.6.8 is a great(I personally feel it was the last great os from apple, but that's another story), but Apple cares not for backwards compatibility. There has been 2 major OS releases since 10.6 that have brought some very large overhauls to OS X. You're next problem is your CPU. BL2 says you should have a quad core, but the Intel i3's are all dual core. So even though you're processor speed seems higher than needed, you don't have enough cores.

probably not. you will definitely need to update your OS, and then you may not have the power.

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I am 36 years old, and I was pretty beta in my younger years. I've made a ton of progress, including having a relationship with the girl of my dreams a few years ago. But I have become pessimistic about women to the point where I haven't been looking for a new girlfriend, and I didn't really care about not having sex lately. I believe it's more trouble than it's worth. My karate dojo moved to a bigger place in September, and they added a Crossfit program. After a week or 2, I liked the new 26 year old Crossfit instructor so much that for the first time in my entire life I quit doing everything wrong. I stopped playing video games, stopped eating junk food, I worked out hard, etc. It's important to note that my entire life I had been trying to motivate myself to be the best I could be, and I couldn't do it. But at age 36, this girl had inspired me to fix all these mistakes simultaneously. Yes, this put her on a pedestal. I think I was trying to make myself good enough for her. It's important to mention that I have a ton going for me already. There are plenty of girls that would love to have me. But I'm chasing a 9 or a 10 here with a great personality. I had concluded she was single. I didn't want to wait too long, and risk her starting a new relationship, so I was going to ask her out. I was trying to move communication with her forward, and speed things up a little, and I contacted her on Facebook. (She was friends with a few people from the dojo and a couple of mutual friends from the area.) I basically said "let me know if you can see this message." And she ignored me, but she saw the message because Facebook marks messages as "read." I was really annoyed that she couldn't even respond "yeah, what's up?" But I know the wrong thing to do is to keep typing, or get mad. Anyways, I couldn't hide the fact that I liked her, and I continued light-hearted hitting on her in the next few weeks. I'm pretty sure she knew I liked her. I know, I know. I have oneitis. I put a girl on a pedestal. I pushed her away by giving her too much attention. I messed up. Then she signed this guy up for her Crossfit program. I didn't consider him a threat. To be completely honest with you, I said to myself "why would you start a relationship with that average dude, when I'm pursuing you?" 2 weeks later, I asked him, and he told me he was her boyfriend. I acted calm, but I accidentally went home without my bag. When I went back in an hour, she was standing there looking at me, and she had the textbook look on her face that said "I just played you so hard." Totally smug and self-satisfied. I haven't been back in 3 weeks because I really don't feel like looking at this situation. It breaks my heart. So what do I do? I don't think I should do Crossfit, and hi-five her damn boyfriend, while I try to stifle my emotions. But karate is 2 days a week, and she is there having a great time with the boyfriend right next to the karate. It's impossible to ignore, and she is very loud. I am about 6 months away from getting a black belt- I've been there 4.5 years. I don't really care about the belt, and I could definitely live without doing karate there. But there is a very huge embarrassment factor for me if I leave there because of this. Also, people will be very disappointed that I'm not there, because I make the dojo a better place with my skills, intelligence, and character. TLDR: Hard to summarize, but the girl of my dreams ignores me, starts a new relationship, and now I have to choose between watching them have a great time in a social setting, or walking away from my karate dojo. She seems to be really enjoying dissing me, and it is very aggravating to be around.

I am 36 years old, and I was pretty beta in my younger years. I've made a ton of progress, including having a relationship with the girl of my dreams a few years ago. But I have become pessimistic about women to the point where I haven't been looking for a new girlfriend, and I didn't really care about not having sex lately. I believe it's more trouble than it's worth. My karate dojo moved to a bigger place in September, and they added a Crossfit program. After a week or 2, I liked the new 26 year old Crossfit instructor so much that for the first time in my entire life I quit doing everything wrong. I stopped playing video games, stopped eating junk food, I worked out hard, etc. It's important to note that my entire life I had been trying to motivate myself to be the best I could be, and I couldn't do it. But at age 36, this girl had inspired me to fix all these mistakes simultaneously. Yes, this put her on a pedestal. I think I was trying to make myself good enough for her. It's important to mention that I have a ton going for me already. There are plenty of girls that would love to have me. But I'm chasing a 9 or a 10 here with a great personality. I had concluded she was single. I didn't want to wait too long, and risk her starting a new relationship, so I was going to ask her out. I was trying to move communication with her forward, and speed things up a little, and I contacted her on Facebook. (She was friends with a few people from the dojo and a couple of mutual friends from the area.) I basically said "let me know if you can see this message." And she ignored me, but she saw the message because Facebook marks messages as "read." I was really annoyed that she couldn't even respond "yeah, what's up?" But I know the wrong thing to do is to keep typing, or get mad. Anyways, I couldn't hide the fact that I liked her, and I continued light-hearted hitting on her in the next few weeks. I'm pretty sure she knew I liked her. I know, I know. I have oneitis. I put a girl on a pedestal. I pushed her away by giving her too much attention. I messed up. Then she signed this guy up for her Crossfit program. I didn't consider him a threat. To be completely honest with you, I said to myself "why would you start a relationship with that average dude, when I'm pursuing you?" 2 weeks later, I asked him, and he told me he was her boyfriend. I acted calm, but I accidentally went home without my bag. When I went back in an hour, she was standing there looking at me, and she had the textbook look on her face that said "I just played you so hard." Totally smug and self-satisfied. I haven't been back in 3 weeks because I really don't feel like looking at this situation. It breaks my heart. So what do I do? I don't think I should do Crossfit, and hi-five her damn boyfriend, while I try to stifle my emotions. But karate is 2 days a week, and she is there having a great time with the boyfriend right next to the karate. It's impossible to ignore, and she is very loud. I am about 6 months away from getting a black belt- I've been there 4.5 years. I don't really care about the belt, and I could definitely live without doing karate there. But there is a very huge embarrassment factor for me if I leave there because of this. Also, people will be very disappointed that I'm not there, because I make the dojo a better place with my skills, intelligence, and character. TLDR: Hard to summarize, but the girl of my dreams ignores me, starts a new relationship, and now I have to choose between watching them have a great time in a social setting, or walking away from my karate dojo. She seems to be really enjoying dissing me, and it is very aggravating to be around.

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I am 36 years old, and I was pretty beta in my younger years. I've made a ton of progress, including having a relationship with the girl of my dreams a few years ago. But I have become pessimistic about women to the point where I haven't been looking for a new girlfriend, and I didn't really care about not having sex lately. I believe it's more trouble than it's worth. My karate dojo moved to a bigger place in September, and they added a Crossfit program. After a week or 2, I liked the new 26 year old Crossfit instructor so much that for the first time in my entire life I quit doing everything wrong. I stopped playing video games, stopped eating junk food, I worked out hard, etc. It's important to note that my entire life I had been trying to motivate myself to be the best I could be, and I couldn't do it. But at age 36, this girl had inspired me to fix all these mistakes simultaneously. Yes, this put her on a pedestal. I think I was trying to make myself good enough for her. It's important to mention that I have a ton going for me already. There are plenty of girls that would love to have me. But I'm chasing a 9 or a 10 here with a great personality. I had concluded she was single. I didn't want to wait too long, and risk her starting a new relationship, so I was going to ask her out. I was trying to move communication with her forward, and speed things up a little, and I contacted her on Facebook. (She was friends with a few people from the dojo and a couple of mutual friends from the area.) I basically said "let me know if you can see this message." And she ignored me, but she saw the message because Facebook marks messages as "read." I was really annoyed that she couldn't even respond "yeah, what's up?" But I know the wrong thing to do is to keep typing, or get mad. Anyways, I couldn't hide the fact that I liked her, and I continued light-hearted hitting on her in the next few weeks. I'm pretty sure she knew I liked her. I know, I know. I have oneitis. I put a girl on a pedestal. I pushed her away by giving her too much attention. I messed up. Then she signed this guy up for her Crossfit program. I didn't consider him a threat. To be completely honest with you, I said to myself "why would you start a relationship with that average dude, when I'm pursuing you?" 2 weeks later, I asked him, and he told me he was her boyfriend. I acted calm, but I accidentally went home without my bag. When I went back in an hour, she was standing there looking at me, and she had the textbook look on her face that said "I just played you so hard." Totally smug and self-satisfied. I haven't been back in 3 weeks because I really don't feel like looking at this situation. It breaks my heart. So what do I do? I don't think I should do Crossfit, and hi-five her damn boyfriend, while I try to stifle my emotions. But karate is 2 days a week, and she is there having a great time with the boyfriend right next to the karate. It's impossible to ignore, and she is very loud. I am about 6 months away from getting a black belt- I've been there 4.5 years. I don't really care about the belt, and I could definitely live without doing karate there. But there is a very huge embarrassment factor for me if I leave there because of this. Also, people will be very disappointed that I'm not there, because I make the dojo a better place with my skills, intelligence, and character.

Hard to summarize, but the girl of my dreams ignores me, starts a new relationship, and now I have to choose between watching them have a great time in a social setting, or walking away from my karate dojo. She seems to be really enjoying dissing me, and it is very aggravating to be around.

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So I want to give a little background before I continue on how the breakup even happened. I want to add that she was my high school sweetheart and my first everything. We had been together for 6 years. Around super bowl time last year my ex fiancée decided she was no longer interested in having a relationship with me. It was a complete shock to me just because everything was fine and we were 4 months away from tying the knot. I was trying to make since of everything but it was such a shock I couldn't think straight. Now don't get me wrong I begged and contacted her for awhile. I looked pretty desperate, but things change after I heard she was cheating on me. This wasn't the first time I had dealt with this with her, happened 2 years prior. She cheated on me with the same guy, for the same reason. He was more attractive and well I'm obese so I couldn't blame her I guess. Whatever, but the first time really killed me and I took a long time getting over her and I kept breaking the no contact rule so I was just being strung along the whole time. This time though instead of feeling bad for myself and being depressed. I quit my job, moved out of state and went back to college back home. I forgot to say that I moved a few states away for her and I also put college off so she could finish first and not worry about rent &amp; bills. I cut her off all social media. I changed my number. It was time I gave myself attention and time to heal. Since this has happened. I have been messaged about 15 times on Facebook. I get friend request often even after I decline. Also I get told by my close friends that she ask about me quite often but not many people know what I'm up to since I just moved on from basically everyone and not much of a social media guy anyways. As for me I went back to school. Transferring to a university next year! Lost 100 pounds since, (still have 65 till my goal weight lol). Feeling like I know who I am and what I want to do in life. I stopped letting someone define me and who I was inside. I realized I was over her once I seen she had a new bf, I was genuinely happy for her. I use to get satisfaction that she still wanted to talk but now I don't care. I have few question that I still can't answer myself. Why is she still trying to talk to me, doesn't she get the hint? Am I douche bag for not wanting to at least have a conversation with her? I honestly feel that a real a friend wouldn't treat you like she acted. I wish her the best but should I feel guilty internally for not wanting to ever speak with her again? TL;DR **basically my ex won't stop messaging me and i feel like shit about it because I never respond to her what do you think? Am I a wrong for this?**

So I want to give a little background before I continue on how the breakup even happened. I want to add that she was my high school sweetheart and my first everything. We had been together for 6 years. Around super bowl time last year my ex fiancée decided she was no longer interested in having a relationship with me. It was a complete shock to me just because everything was fine and we were 4 months away from tying the knot. I was trying to make since of everything but it was such a shock I couldn't think straight. Now don't get me wrong I begged and contacted her for awhile. I looked pretty desperate, but things change after I heard she was cheating on me. This wasn't the first time I had dealt with this with her, happened 2 years prior. She cheated on me with the same guy, for the same reason. He was more attractive and well I'm obese so I couldn't blame her I guess. Whatever, but the first time really killed me and I took a long time getting over her and I kept breaking the no contact rule so I was just being strung along the whole time. This time though instead of feeling bad for myself and being depressed. I quit my job, moved out of state and went back to college back home. I forgot to say that I moved a few states away for her and I also put college off so she could finish first and not worry about rent & bills. I cut her off all social media. I changed my number. It was time I gave myself attention and time to heal. Since this has happened. I have been messaged about 15 times on Facebook. I get friend request often even after I decline. Also I get told by my close friends that she ask about me quite often but not many people know what I'm up to since I just moved on from basically everyone and not much of a social media guy anyways. As for me I went back to school. Transferring to a university next year! Lost 100 pounds since, (still have 65 till my goal weight lol). Feeling like I know who I am and what I want to do in life. I stopped letting someone define me and who I was inside. I realized I was over her once I seen she had a new bf, I was genuinely happy for her. I use to get satisfaction that she still wanted to talk but now I don't care. I have few question that I still can't answer myself. Why is she still trying to talk to me, doesn't she get the hint? Am I douche bag for not wanting to at least have a conversation with her? I honestly feel that a real a friend wouldn't treat you like she acted. I wish her the best but should I feel guilty internally for not wanting to ever speak with her again? TL;DR basically my ex won't stop messaging me and i feel like shit about it because I never respond to her what do you think? Am I a wrong for this?

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So I want to give a little background before I continue on how the breakup even happened. I want to add that she was my high school sweetheart and my first everything. We had been together for 6 years. Around super bowl time last year my ex fiancée decided she was no longer interested in having a relationship with me. It was a complete shock to me just because everything was fine and we were 4 months away from tying the knot. I was trying to make since of everything but it was such a shock I couldn't think straight. Now don't get me wrong I begged and contacted her for awhile. I looked pretty desperate, but things change after I heard she was cheating on me. This wasn't the first time I had dealt with this with her, happened 2 years prior. She cheated on me with the same guy, for the same reason. He was more attractive and well I'm obese so I couldn't blame her I guess. Whatever, but the first time really killed me and I took a long time getting over her and I kept breaking the no contact rule so I was just being strung along the whole time. This time though instead of feeling bad for myself and being depressed. I quit my job, moved out of state and went back to college back home. I forgot to say that I moved a few states away for her and I also put college off so she could finish first and not worry about rent & bills. I cut her off all social media. I changed my number. It was time I gave myself attention and time to heal. Since this has happened. I have been messaged about 15 times on Facebook. I get friend request often even after I decline. Also I get told by my close friends that she ask about me quite often but not many people know what I'm up to since I just moved on from basically everyone and not much of a social media guy anyways. As for me I went back to school. Transferring to a university next year! Lost 100 pounds since, (still have 65 till my goal weight lol). Feeling like I know who I am and what I want to do in life. I stopped letting someone define me and who I was inside. I realized I was over her once I seen she had a new bf, I was genuinely happy for her. I use to get satisfaction that she still wanted to talk but now I don't care. I have few question that I still can't answer myself. Why is she still trying to talk to me, doesn't she get the hint? Am I douche bag for not wanting to at least have a conversation with her? I honestly feel that a real a friend wouldn't treat you like she acted. I wish her the best but should I feel guilty internally for not wanting to ever speak with her again?

basically my ex won't stop messaging me and i feel like shit about it because I never respond to her what do you think? Am I a wrong for this?

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Recently my boyfriend and I haven't been seeing eye to eye with spending our free time together. We live together, and he has a M-F 7am-3pm outdoor job that leaves him exhausted when he gets home. I am still in school and am interning part time over the summer. During the week days, we usually don't do anything. He comes home, lays in bed and watches TV until he's ready to go to sleep. We occasionally go out to eat, but for the most part he's home for the rest of the day when he's off work, understandably. The issue arises when it comes to the weekend. I love spending time outdoors, going to the pool, and even occasionally going out. I can sleep in until 12 or so but feel the need to get up and do something pretty soon after that. He on the other hand, sleeps in until 3-5pm, and when he does get up, rarely wants to leave the house and do anything, maybe go out later that night. We live in a town that's not far from some really nice outdoor parks and trails, and I'm beginning to get frustrated that he doesn't seem interested in doing these things. It's not that he doesn't enjoy the outdoors, he just rather sleep. His idea of a compromise is going to the pool one afternoon and hoping I don't ask him to do anything else that weekend. So whats the deal? Is it reasonable that he wants to sleep in on the weekends because he works so hard during the week? How can I tell him I'm unhappy with the free time we do spend together? What are your thoughts? TL;DR: Older boyfriend with demanding job rather sleep in than spend time together. Am I being unreasonable by wanting more from him?

Recently my boyfriend and I haven't been seeing eye to eye with spending our free time together. We live together, and he has a M-F 7am-3pm outdoor job that leaves him exhausted when he gets home. I am still in school and am interning part time over the summer. During the week days, we usually don't do anything. He comes home, lays in bed and watches TV until he's ready to go to sleep. We occasionally go out to eat, but for the most part he's home for the rest of the day when he's off work, understandably. The issue arises when it comes to the weekend. I love spending time outdoors, going to the pool, and even occasionally going out. I can sleep in until 12 or so but feel the need to get up and do something pretty soon after that. He on the other hand, sleeps in until 3-5pm, and when he does get up, rarely wants to leave the house and do anything, maybe go out later that night. We live in a town that's not far from some really nice outdoor parks and trails, and I'm beginning to get frustrated that he doesn't seem interested in doing these things. It's not that he doesn't enjoy the outdoors, he just rather sleep. His idea of a compromise is going to the pool one afternoon and hoping I don't ask him to do anything else that weekend. So whats the deal? Is it reasonable that he wants to sleep in on the weekends because he works so hard during the week? How can I tell him I'm unhappy with the free time we do spend together? What are your thoughts? TL;DR: Older boyfriend with demanding job rather sleep in than spend time together. Am I being unreasonable by wanting more from him?

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Recently my boyfriend and I haven't been seeing eye to eye with spending our free time together. We live together, and he has a M-F 7am-3pm outdoor job that leaves him exhausted when he gets home. I am still in school and am interning part time over the summer. During the week days, we usually don't do anything. He comes home, lays in bed and watches TV until he's ready to go to sleep. We occasionally go out to eat, but for the most part he's home for the rest of the day when he's off work, understandably. The issue arises when it comes to the weekend. I love spending time outdoors, going to the pool, and even occasionally going out. I can sleep in until 12 or so but feel the need to get up and do something pretty soon after that. He on the other hand, sleeps in until 3-5pm, and when he does get up, rarely wants to leave the house and do anything, maybe go out later that night. We live in a town that's not far from some really nice outdoor parks and trails, and I'm beginning to get frustrated that he doesn't seem interested in doing these things. It's not that he doesn't enjoy the outdoors, he just rather sleep. His idea of a compromise is going to the pool one afternoon and hoping I don't ask him to do anything else that weekend. So whats the deal? Is it reasonable that he wants to sleep in on the weekends because he works so hard during the week? How can I tell him I'm unhappy with the free time we do spend together? What are your thoughts?

Older boyfriend with demanding job rather sleep in than spend time together. Am I being unreasonable by wanting more from him?

PopsJMaellard

If OP doesn't want this, or if anyone else has something similar going on, I would love to take it. I missed the Time/Time Steel boat because I was wading through redesigning a clients website at the time, and by the time I finished that project and dug myself out of my school backlog the kickstarter had ended. I know it sounds completely absurd that I could have missed such a huge even, but I was so incredibly focused on work and school for that month that my minimal free time went entirely to my girlfriend and sleep. TL;DR, if anyone else wants to sell their spot I'd love to get in on that.

If OP doesn't want this, or if anyone else has something similar going on, I would love to take it. I missed the Time/Time Steel boat because I was wading through redesigning a clients website at the time, and by the time I finished that project and dug myself out of my school backlog the kickstarter had ended. I know it sounds completely absurd that I could have missed such a huge even, but I was so incredibly focused on work and school for that month that my minimal free time went entirely to my girlfriend and sleep. TL;DR, if anyone else wants to sell their spot I'd love to get in on that.

pebble

t5_2txls

cr6c686

If OP doesn't want this, or if anyone else has something similar going on, I would love to take it. I missed the Time/Time Steel boat because I was wading through redesigning a clients website at the time, and by the time I finished that project and dug myself out of my school backlog the kickstarter had ended. I know it sounds completely absurd that I could have missed such a huge even, but I was so incredibly focused on work and school for that month that my minimal free time went entirely to my girlfriend and sleep.

if anyone else wants to sell their spot I'd love to get in on that.

abobeo

In my entire life I have had only ONE pair of jeans that I can call truly comfortable to wear. They are a slim fit Tommy Hilfiger jeans and sad to say they are now fading and the knees look like they might split soon. I have to find a new pair. I have three pairs of jeans, Tommy Hilfiger, Jack &amp; Jones Anti-Fit, and a pair of Levi's. My main problem is a few things put together. I cannot stand a skinny cut but I like the pants to be slimmer/tighter below the knees. I have big thighs and a big ass for a man unfortunately so what ends up happening is either tightness in the upper thighs, tightness in the crotch, or the pants hanging off my ass. I dress business casual and I commonly wear dress shirts or sport shirts that aren't tucked in. I can't have the pants sagging off my ass, it just doesn't make for a good look. I can never find a compromise between these three issues: - High rise(sit at waist or at least above the hips somewhat), - comfortable space in the groin/crotch area, - Not tight around upper thighs. Now, I've always been a bargain shopper and shopped at TJ Maxx outlets and other similar outlets getting my brand name clothing for under $30 but I'm fed up and I'm ready to start buying some shit that actually fits comfortably. Is raw denim my only option? Is it even an option? Also, a major thing I should mention as well is I need the material to not be too thick, I sweat a lot and I cannot stand when my legs get hot underneath my jeans (or any pants for that matter). For the record, I seem to have a similar issue with dress pants and khakis where the pants don't sit high at my waist. Thanks for reading and I hope to get some insight into this. I'm not a fashionable guy, I got the hot girl early on in life and I never really had to worry about my looks. Now I finally make enough money to justify spending on my clothing and I'm actually at the point where I am truly fed up with my constant discomfort with my wardrobe. Thank you! TL;DR Fat ass, thick thighs, and big balls. Need something to give these areas room to breathe while maintaining an overall slim fit.

In my entire life I have had only ONE pair of jeans that I can call truly comfortable to wear. They are a slim fit Tommy Hilfiger jeans and sad to say they are now fading and the knees look like they might split soon. I have to find a new pair. I have three pairs of jeans, Tommy Hilfiger, Jack & Jones Anti-Fit, and a pair of Levi's. My main problem is a few things put together. I cannot stand a skinny cut but I like the pants to be slimmer/tighter below the knees. I have big thighs and a big ass for a man unfortunately so what ends up happening is either tightness in the upper thighs, tightness in the crotch, or the pants hanging off my ass. I dress business casual and I commonly wear dress shirts or sport shirts that aren't tucked in. I can't have the pants sagging off my ass, it just doesn't make for a good look. I can never find a compromise between these three issues: High rise(sit at waist or at least above the hips somewhat), comfortable space in the groin/crotch area, Not tight around upper thighs. Now, I've always been a bargain shopper and shopped at TJ Maxx outlets and other similar outlets getting my brand name clothing for under $30 but I'm fed up and I'm ready to start buying some shit that actually fits comfortably. Is raw denim my only option? Is it even an option? Also, a major thing I should mention as well is I need the material to not be too thick, I sweat a lot and I cannot stand when my legs get hot underneath my jeans (or any pants for that matter). For the record, I seem to have a similar issue with dress pants and khakis where the pants don't sit high at my waist. Thanks for reading and I hope to get some insight into this. I'm not a fashionable guy, I got the hot girl early on in life and I never really had to worry about my looks. Now I finally make enough money to justify spending on my clothing and I'm actually at the point where I am truly fed up with my constant discomfort with my wardrobe. Thank you! TL;DR Fat ass, thick thighs, and big balls. Need something to give these areas room to breathe while maintaining an overall slim fit.

rawdenim

t5_2scl9

t3_2vscsd

In my entire life I have had only ONE pair of jeans that I can call truly comfortable to wear. They are a slim fit Tommy Hilfiger jeans and sad to say they are now fading and the knees look like they might split soon. I have to find a new pair. I have three pairs of jeans, Tommy Hilfiger, Jack & Jones Anti-Fit, and a pair of Levi's. My main problem is a few things put together. I cannot stand a skinny cut but I like the pants to be slimmer/tighter below the knees. I have big thighs and a big ass for a man unfortunately so what ends up happening is either tightness in the upper thighs, tightness in the crotch, or the pants hanging off my ass. I dress business casual and I commonly wear dress shirts or sport shirts that aren't tucked in. I can't have the pants sagging off my ass, it just doesn't make for a good look. I can never find a compromise between these three issues: High rise(sit at waist or at least above the hips somewhat), comfortable space in the groin/crotch area, Not tight around upper thighs. Now, I've always been a bargain shopper and shopped at TJ Maxx outlets and other similar outlets getting my brand name clothing for under $30 but I'm fed up and I'm ready to start buying some shit that actually fits comfortably. Is raw denim my only option? Is it even an option? Also, a major thing I should mention as well is I need the material to not be too thick, I sweat a lot and I cannot stand when my legs get hot underneath my jeans (or any pants for that matter). For the record, I seem to have a similar issue with dress pants and khakis where the pants don't sit high at my waist. Thanks for reading and I hope to get some insight into this. I'm not a fashionable guy, I got the hot girl early on in life and I never really had to worry about my looks. Now I finally make enough money to justify spending on my clothing and I'm actually at the point where I am truly fed up with my constant discomfort with my wardrobe. Thank you!

Fat ass, thick thighs, and big balls. Need something to give these areas room to breathe while maintaining an overall slim fit.

angryp3nguin

Like many fuck ups this happened a While ago and I was just reminded of it and thought I would share. For some backround at the time I was in 8th grade and I went to a small school, also I was super fuckking dumb and was pretty out of shape. To the fuck up: so I had a huge crush on this 7th grader, she was a year behind me and so I never saw any thing wrong with it. Well in the 7th grade class their were two main groups of girls, one had a girl named Hayley and the other had a girl named viviana. I thought both Hayley and Viviana were hot, and talked to them very often. I started to grow closer to Viviana and started to be more flirty. At us time it was lent (I went to catholic school) and my school had a little get together every Friday, this became the place where me hungout a lot and grew very close. After a few weeks I could tell for sure she liked me two and decided I would ask her out. Me being a scared of being rejected hinted and pretty much told her I was going to ask her out the next time I saw her. She said she liked me and had wanted me to ask her for the last two weeks. So friday roles around and I get all ready to ask her and she doesn't show up to the school party. I thought she was just busy so I just hungout, next week roles around she still didn't show up. At this point dumb me thought she obviously doesn't like me and was being nice when she said she liked me back. And she had been skipping the parties because she didn't want me to ask her. So I started talking to this other girl Hayley and soon decided to ask her out and she said yes. We went out and eventually dated for a little bit but what I didnt realize was Viviana had just been busy with family problems. When she heard I started dating Hayley she hated me, I tried to say sorry and apologize but she hated my guts. Eventually me and Hayley broke up and after a but of time I tired to talk to Viviana, she would text me back and soon invited me to go to a lake with her. I thought this was a sign she had forgiven me but I was wrong. She ended up kissing another guy for half the time and rarely talked to me. After this I realized she doesn't really like me anymore and we soon stopped talking. A few days before school ended I got a long text from her friend saying she really liked me, and how I broke vivianas heart when I just jumped to another girl. Now years later everything I see her post on Instagram or I am reminded of her, and I feel terrible because I know she still probably hates me. Turns out now she is a lesbian and is struggling through depression and I can't help but feel most of not all of my fault. Tl;dr: found a girl I really liked, told her I was going to ask her out next time I saw her. Looked like she was avoiding me, moved on to another girl, and now she hates me and is a depressed lesbian, and I have to say it's mostly my fault. EDIT: tried to fix typos I saw, and I forgot to say those arnt the girls real names

Like many fuck ups this happened a While ago and I was just reminded of it and thought I would share. For some backround at the time I was in 8th grade and I went to a small school, also I was super fuckking dumb and was pretty out of shape. To the fuck up: so I had a huge crush on this 7th grader, she was a year behind me and so I never saw any thing wrong with it. Well in the 7th grade class their were two main groups of girls, one had a girl named Hayley and the other had a girl named viviana. I thought both Hayley and Viviana were hot, and talked to them very often. I started to grow closer to Viviana and started to be more flirty. At us time it was lent (I went to catholic school) and my school had a little get together every Friday, this became the place where me hungout a lot and grew very close. After a few weeks I could tell for sure she liked me two and decided I would ask her out. Me being a scared of being rejected hinted and pretty much told her I was going to ask her out the next time I saw her. She said she liked me and had wanted me to ask her for the last two weeks. So friday roles around and I get all ready to ask her and she doesn't show up to the school party. I thought she was just busy so I just hungout, next week roles around she still didn't show up. At this point dumb me thought she obviously doesn't like me and was being nice when she said she liked me back. And she had been skipping the parties because she didn't want me to ask her. So I started talking to this other girl Hayley and soon decided to ask her out and she said yes. We went out and eventually dated for a little bit but what I didnt realize was Viviana had just been busy with family problems. When she heard I started dating Hayley she hated me, I tried to say sorry and apologize but she hated my guts. Eventually me and Hayley broke up and after a but of time I tired to talk to Viviana, she would text me back and soon invited me to go to a lake with her. I thought this was a sign she had forgiven me but I was wrong. She ended up kissing another guy for half the time and rarely talked to me. After this I realized she doesn't really like me anymore and we soon stopped talking. A few days before school ended I got a long text from her friend saying she really liked me, and how I broke vivianas heart when I just jumped to another girl. Now years later everything I see her post on Instagram or I am reminded of her, and I feel terrible because I know she still probably hates me. Turns out now she is a lesbian and is struggling through depression and I can't help but feel most of not all of my fault. Tl;dr: found a girl I really liked, told her I was going to ask her out next time I saw her. Looked like she was avoiding me, moved on to another girl, and now she hates me and is a depressed lesbian, and I have to say it's mostly my fault. EDIT: tried to fix typos I saw, and I forgot to say those arnt the girls real names

tifu

t5_2to41

t3_2qroxc

Like many fuck ups this happened a While ago and I was just reminded of it and thought I would share. For some backround at the time I was in 8th grade and I went to a small school, also I was super fuckking dumb and was pretty out of shape. To the fuck up: so I had a huge crush on this 7th grader, she was a year behind me and so I never saw any thing wrong with it. Well in the 7th grade class their were two main groups of girls, one had a girl named Hayley and the other had a girl named viviana. I thought both Hayley and Viviana were hot, and talked to them very often. I started to grow closer to Viviana and started to be more flirty. At us time it was lent (I went to catholic school) and my school had a little get together every Friday, this became the place where me hungout a lot and grew very close. After a few weeks I could tell for sure she liked me two and decided I would ask her out. Me being a scared of being rejected hinted and pretty much told her I was going to ask her out the next time I saw her. She said she liked me and had wanted me to ask her for the last two weeks. So friday roles around and I get all ready to ask her and she doesn't show up to the school party. I thought she was just busy so I just hungout, next week roles around she still didn't show up. At this point dumb me thought she obviously doesn't like me and was being nice when she said she liked me back. And she had been skipping the parties because she didn't want me to ask her. So I started talking to this other girl Hayley and soon decided to ask her out and she said yes. We went out and eventually dated for a little bit but what I didnt realize was Viviana had just been busy with family problems. When she heard I started dating Hayley she hated me, I tried to say sorry and apologize but she hated my guts. Eventually me and Hayley broke up and after a but of time I tired to talk to Viviana, she would text me back and soon invited me to go to a lake with her. I thought this was a sign she had forgiven me but I was wrong. She ended up kissing another guy for half the time and rarely talked to me. After this I realized she doesn't really like me anymore and we soon stopped talking. A few days before school ended I got a long text from her friend saying she really liked me, and how I broke vivianas heart when I just jumped to another girl. Now years later everything I see her post on Instagram or I am reminded of her, and I feel terrible because I know she still probably hates me. Turns out now she is a lesbian and is struggling through depression and I can't help but feel most of not all of my fault.

found a girl I really liked, told her I was going to ask her out next time I saw her. Looked like she was avoiding me, moved on to another girl, and now she hates me and is a depressed lesbian, and I have to say it's mostly my fault. EDIT: tried to fix typos I saw, and I forgot to say those arnt the girls real names

SingingDownTheDrain

I guess my dad was a huge drug dealer in college and would host historic parties at University of Wisconsin. All the while he worked for the Regan Presidential Campaign. His family also owned land by a river where he would grow weed and host fights, gambling, and hockey games in the winter. Tl;dr - My dad was Van Wilder with a wisconsin accent.

I guess my dad was a huge drug dealer in college and would host historic parties at University of Wisconsin. All the while he worked for the Regan Presidential Campaign. His family also owned land by a river where he would grow weed and host fights, gambling, and hockey games in the winter. Tl;dr - My dad was Van Wilder with a wisconsin accent.

AskReddit

t5_2qh1i

cce9a5k

I guess my dad was a huge drug dealer in college and would host historic parties at University of Wisconsin. All the while he worked for the Regan Presidential Campaign. His family also owned land by a river where he would grow weed and host fights, gambling, and hockey games in the winter.

My dad was Van Wilder with a wisconsin accent.

[deleted]

So, here's the deal, When I put the game in [windowed mode]( It works nicely but cuts off some of the actual gameplay screen, so I would like to play in full screen mode, however, when I do play in [full screen mode]( that happens with it looking like a box, what you can't see is that there are black bars on the sides much like those youtube videos that nobody wants to watch, I can work with black bars at the top and bottom, but this just does not work... How can I fix this? **TL;DR Windowed mode cuts off a little bit of playscreen, Fullscreen mode turns it into a square...** P.S. On a mac if that matters.

So, here's the deal, When I put the game in [windowed mode]( It works nicely but cuts off some of the actual gameplay screen, so I would like to play in full screen mode, however, when I do play in [full screen mode]( that happens with it looking like a box, what you can't see is that there are black bars on the sides much like those youtube videos that nobody wants to watch, I can work with black bars at the top and bottom, but this just does not work... How can I fix this? TL;DR Windowed mode cuts off a little bit of playscreen, Fullscreen mode turns it into a square... P.S. On a mac if that matters.

footballmanagergames

t5_2s0w5

t3_x9475

So, here's the deal, When I put the game in [windowed mode]( It works nicely but cuts off some of the actual gameplay screen, so I would like to play in full screen mode, however, when I do play in [full screen mode]( that happens with it looking like a box, what you can't see is that there are black bars on the sides much like those youtube videos that nobody wants to watch, I can work with black bars at the top and bottom, but this just does not work... How can I fix this?

Windowed mode cuts off a little bit of playscreen, Fullscreen mode turns it into a square... P.S. On a mac if that matters.

[deleted]

The other night, I was at my brother's house (about a 10 min brisk walk from my house) hanging out. We were toking a bowl every so often and playing [Call of Duty]( and whatnot... Around midnight, I decide to walk home, because I have work the next morning, so I pack my weed, grinder, and bowl back into the little lockbox I keep it in, put it in my [Halo messenger bag]( and start walking home. About 5 minutes later, as I'm walking past the park (really nice complex with like 5 baseball fields, 3 soccer fields, and a playground, all empty at this time of course) I see a silhouette of a car a little way back in the parking lot... not parked in a space, just kind of sitting where he has easy access to getting back on the road. "*Fuck!*" I think to myself. "*I bet that's a cop.*" I remain calm, as I try not to be paranoid about things, but as I get closer, the silhouette becomes more defined and I can tell it's definitely a [Crown Vic]( "*Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!*" I think to myself. "*Maybe he won't notice me.*" Yeah, a young dude stumbling down the sidewalk in the middle of the night... NOTHING to see here, ociffer! Anyways, the guy shines his flashlight to get a good look at me (again, it was dark). At this point I'm flipping out, but try to exude calm and nonchalantness. The yellow lights come on and he drives up to me. "What are you doing out here this late at night sir?" He asks me. "Just walking home from my brother's house, sir." I reply. "Ok. We just had a report of a domestic disturbance in the area and the guy had cargo shorts..." I figured I was screwed. I was wearing cargo shorts. This guy was going to search me, and find the weed. Our city is *very* anti-marijuana (I live in Florida, so yeah) and I know I wouldn't get off easy at all... I've never committed a crime (Aside from underage drinking and having weed... Never been caught for either) and am scared as shit of going to jail... My parents would *kill* me. "What road does your brother live off of?" "Maple street." I reply (name changed for obvious reasons-NICE TRY DEA). "Ok. You're not the guy. Have a good night." "You too, officer, thank you." Everything went better than expected... I got home, watched some TV and laughed my ass off for the next couple of hours. TL;DR: Walking home completely baked with weed in my messenger bag, pulled over by a cop who was looking for someone matching my description for domestic disturbance. I wasn't the guy. I got away, right under his nose! :)

The other night, I was at my brother's house (about a 10 min brisk walk from my house) hanging out. We were toking a bowl every so often and playing Call of Duty I see a silhouette of a car a little way back in the parking lot... not parked in a space, just kind of sitting where he has easy access to getting back on the road. " Fuck! " I think to myself. " I bet that's a cop. " I remain calm, as I try not to be paranoid about things, but as I get closer, the silhouette becomes more defined and I can tell it's definitely a [Crown Vic]( " Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! " I think to myself. " Maybe he won't notice me. " Yeah, a young dude stumbling down the sidewalk in the middle of the night... NOTHING to see here, ociffer! Anyways, the guy shines his flashlight to get a good look at me (again, it was dark). At this point I'm flipping out, but try to exude calm and nonchalantness. The yellow lights come on and he drives up to me. "What are you doing out here this late at night sir?" He asks me. "Just walking home from my brother's house, sir." I reply. "Ok. We just had a report of a domestic disturbance in the area and the guy had cargo shorts..." I figured I was screwed. I was wearing cargo shorts. This guy was going to search me, and find the weed. Our city is very anti-marijuana (I live in Florida, so yeah) and I know I wouldn't get off easy at all... I've never committed a crime (Aside from underage drinking and having weed... Never been caught for either) and am scared as shit of going to jail... My parents would kill me. "What road does your brother live off of?" "Maple street." I reply (name changed for obvious reasons-NICE TRY DEA). "Ok. You're not the guy. Have a good night." "You too, officer, thank you." Everything went better than expected... I got home, watched some TV and laughed my ass off for the next couple of hours. TL;DR: Walking home completely baked with weed in my messenger bag, pulled over by a cop who was looking for someone matching my description for domestic disturbance. I wasn't the guy. I got away, right under his nose! :)

trees

t5_2r9vp

t3_gat2x

The other night, I was at my brother's house (about a 10 min brisk walk from my house) hanging out. We were toking a bowl every so often and playing Call of Duty I see a silhouette of a car a little way back in the parking lot... not parked in a space, just kind of sitting where he has easy access to getting back on the road. " Fuck! " I think to myself. " I bet that's a cop. " I remain calm, as I try not to be paranoid about things, but as I get closer, the silhouette becomes more defined and I can tell it's definitely a [Crown Vic]( " Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck! " I think to myself. " Maybe he won't notice me. " Yeah, a young dude stumbling down the sidewalk in the middle of the night... NOTHING to see here, ociffer! Anyways, the guy shines his flashlight to get a good look at me (again, it was dark). At this point I'm flipping out, but try to exude calm and nonchalantness. The yellow lights come on and he drives up to me. "What are you doing out here this late at night sir?" He asks me. "Just walking home from my brother's house, sir." I reply. "Ok. We just had a report of a domestic disturbance in the area and the guy had cargo shorts..." I figured I was screwed. I was wearing cargo shorts. This guy was going to search me, and find the weed. Our city is very anti-marijuana (I live in Florida, so yeah) and I know I wouldn't get off easy at all... I've never committed a crime (Aside from underage drinking and having weed... Never been caught for either) and am scared as shit of going to jail... My parents would kill me. "What road does your brother live off of?" "Maple street." I reply (name changed for obvious reasons-NICE TRY DEA). "Ok. You're not the guy. Have a good night." "You too, officer, thank you." Everything went better than expected... I got home, watched some TV and laughed my ass off for the next couple of hours.

Walking home completely baked with weed in my messenger bag, pulled over by a cop who was looking for someone matching my description for domestic disturbance. I wasn't the guy. I got away, right under his nose! :)

-astronaut-

I knew this kid back in middle school through high school. His first time masturbating was in the shower, he used shampoo as lube and it got in his eyes he slipped in the shower clinging to the shower curtain as he fell ripping it and the pole it was off breaking them and then banged his head on the tub. To top it all off his mom came in because of all the loud noises to find him covered in blood with sudsies in his eyes and his lubed up dick in his hand. TL;DR Anything is possible with the power of fuck you.

I knew this kid back in middle school through high school. His first time masturbating was in the shower, he used shampoo as lube and it got in his eyes he slipped in the shower clinging to the shower curtain as he fell ripping it and the pole it was off breaking them and then banged his head on the tub. To top it all off his mom came in because of all the loud noises to find him covered in blood with sudsies in his eyes and his lubed up dick in his hand. TL;DR Anything is possible with the power of fuck you.

AdviceAnimals

t5_2s7tt

cahzvtm

I knew this kid back in middle school through high school. His first time masturbating was in the shower, he used shampoo as lube and it got in his eyes he slipped in the shower clinging to the shower curtain as he fell ripping it and the pole it was off breaking them and then banged his head on the tub. To top it all off his mom came in because of all the loud noises to find him covered in blood with sudsies in his eyes and his lubed up dick in his hand.

Anything is possible with the power of fuck you.

averysadsack

As time wears on and I'm spending more and more time out of the house (I still live with the N's, but hopefully not for long), I'm just now realizing the extent of my fleas. And one of those fleas is my fear to yawn. It sounds odd, but it's true. When I say fear, I am genuinely afraid. If I have to yawn, I will undoubtedly cover my face with my hands bend forward (essentially making myself as small as possible) so that I am not offending anyone with my grotesque bodily function. It's not that I find other people yawning disgusting. I don't think much of it, really. It's just when I do it, I feel obnoxiously uncomfortable in my own skin, like I've just embarrassed myself. It feels... gross and unsanitary, I guess. And I couldn't tell you why yawning is gross. It's just what I was taught to believe. Which leads me to just *how* this fear developed. My mother punished me for it. I don't know why. All I was ever told was that her mother did the same to her, so why not? And, in retrospect, it doesn't make any sense, but I suppose when you're in elementary school (I don't remember when this started, but I couldn't have been older than 7) you just trust that your parents know best. Punishment wasn't too severe, in my opinion, but it definitely took its toll on me. If I opened my mouth to yawn, she would try to stick her fist in my mouth. If I leaned my head back too far for her liking, she'd give me a swift jab to the throat. She aimed for the Adam's apple. And, in the event that I needed to stretch, like if I were just waking up from a nap, she would tickle me until I cried, and then watch me sob with odd look of amusement on her face. After each punishment, I was told that yawning is impolite and unfeminine. No one would like me for it. I'd be alone forever. If she was feeling exceptionally bored, she'd hurt me again, and laugh when she walked away. Similar things were done when I coughed, sneezed, hiccoughed, blew my nose, etc. Anything short of laughing and smiling was critiqued until she found it to be perfect. Some things didn't take long, like perfecting my small, mousy sneeze (which i hate, especially when people compliment it). But it was perfecting my yawn that took the longest amount of time. I just couldn't find a way for her to stop hitting me. I can't count the amount of times I've tucked away into bathrooms to hide my yawns. Looking over my shoulder to make sure she wasn't watching me. Berating myself over and over again because I couldn't stop her from hurting me, and it was my fault somehow... And, rationally, I know this is completely and totally disgusting for any parent to do to their child. But... I don't know. I'm still in this odd place where, even though the words that I'm writing scream abuse, and if it were any other person I would be horrified, but I still have... hope? Some over-idealistic twisted sense of hope. Like this was done for a reason. But things like this don't make any sense. She loved to hurt me like this. Because it was fun for her. She's even said it herself. And a part of me dies every time I have to remind myself of this. And it hurts, RBN. More than anything I can think of. (This turned out longer than expected. If you've made it this far, then thanks for reading. It means a lot to me just to be heard). **tl;dr Mom hurt me (is punching a kid's throat to correct them considered physical abuse? I'm not being sarcastic/joking, I genuinely don't know) every time I had to yawn as a kid because she thought it was funny, so now yawning gives me awful anxiety. Part of me hopes this isn't true, but most of me understands that it is. And it hurts.**

As time wears on and I'm spending more and more time out of the house (I still live with the N's, but hopefully not for long), I'm just now realizing the extent of my fleas. And one of those fleas is my fear to yawn. It sounds odd, but it's true. When I say fear, I am genuinely afraid. If I have to yawn, I will undoubtedly cover my face with my hands bend forward (essentially making myself as small as possible) so that I am not offending anyone with my grotesque bodily function. It's not that I find other people yawning disgusting. I don't think much of it, really. It's just when I do it, I feel obnoxiously uncomfortable in my own skin, like I've just embarrassed myself. It feels... gross and unsanitary, I guess. And I couldn't tell you why yawning is gross. It's just what I was taught to believe. Which leads me to just how this fear developed. My mother punished me for it. I don't know why. All I was ever told was that her mother did the same to her, so why not? And, in retrospect, it doesn't make any sense, but I suppose when you're in elementary school (I don't remember when this started, but I couldn't have been older than 7) you just trust that your parents know best. Punishment wasn't too severe, in my opinion, but it definitely took its toll on me. If I opened my mouth to yawn, she would try to stick her fist in my mouth. If I leaned my head back too far for her liking, she'd give me a swift jab to the throat. She aimed for the Adam's apple. And, in the event that I needed to stretch, like if I were just waking up from a nap, she would tickle me until I cried, and then watch me sob with odd look of amusement on her face. After each punishment, I was told that yawning is impolite and unfeminine. No one would like me for it. I'd be alone forever. If she was feeling exceptionally bored, she'd hurt me again, and laugh when she walked away. Similar things were done when I coughed, sneezed, hiccoughed, blew my nose, etc. Anything short of laughing and smiling was critiqued until she found it to be perfect. Some things didn't take long, like perfecting my small, mousy sneeze (which i hate, especially when people compliment it). But it was perfecting my yawn that took the longest amount of time. I just couldn't find a way for her to stop hitting me. I can't count the amount of times I've tucked away into bathrooms to hide my yawns. Looking over my shoulder to make sure she wasn't watching me. Berating myself over and over again because I couldn't stop her from hurting me, and it was my fault somehow... And, rationally, I know this is completely and totally disgusting for any parent to do to their child. But... I don't know. I'm still in this odd place where, even though the words that I'm writing scream abuse, and if it were any other person I would be horrified, but I still have... hope? Some over-idealistic twisted sense of hope. Like this was done for a reason. But things like this don't make any sense. She loved to hurt me like this. Because it was fun for her. She's even said it herself. And a part of me dies every time I have to remind myself of this. And it hurts, RBN. More than anything I can think of. (This turned out longer than expected. If you've made it this far, then thanks for reading. It means a lot to me just to be heard). tl;dr Mom hurt me (is punching a kid's throat to correct them considered physical abuse? I'm not being sarcastic/joking, I genuinely don't know) every time I had to yawn as a kid because she thought it was funny, so now yawning gives me awful anxiety. Part of me hopes this isn't true, but most of me understands that it is. And it hurts.

raisedbynarcissists

t5_2we9n

t3_4yyaxr

As time wears on and I'm spending more and more time out of the house (I still live with the N's, but hopefully not for long), I'm just now realizing the extent of my fleas. And one of those fleas is my fear to yawn. It sounds odd, but it's true. When I say fear, I am genuinely afraid. If I have to yawn, I will undoubtedly cover my face with my hands bend forward (essentially making myself as small as possible) so that I am not offending anyone with my grotesque bodily function. It's not that I find other people yawning disgusting. I don't think much of it, really. It's just when I do it, I feel obnoxiously uncomfortable in my own skin, like I've just embarrassed myself. It feels... gross and unsanitary, I guess. And I couldn't tell you why yawning is gross. It's just what I was taught to believe. Which leads me to just how this fear developed. My mother punished me for it. I don't know why. All I was ever told was that her mother did the same to her, so why not? And, in retrospect, it doesn't make any sense, but I suppose when you're in elementary school (I don't remember when this started, but I couldn't have been older than 7) you just trust that your parents know best. Punishment wasn't too severe, in my opinion, but it definitely took its toll on me. If I opened my mouth to yawn, she would try to stick her fist in my mouth. If I leaned my head back too far for her liking, she'd give me a swift jab to the throat. She aimed for the Adam's apple. And, in the event that I needed to stretch, like if I were just waking up from a nap, she would tickle me until I cried, and then watch me sob with odd look of amusement on her face. After each punishment, I was told that yawning is impolite and unfeminine. No one would like me for it. I'd be alone forever. If she was feeling exceptionally bored, she'd hurt me again, and laugh when she walked away. Similar things were done when I coughed, sneezed, hiccoughed, blew my nose, etc. Anything short of laughing and smiling was critiqued until she found it to be perfect. Some things didn't take long, like perfecting my small, mousy sneeze (which i hate, especially when people compliment it). But it was perfecting my yawn that took the longest amount of time. I just couldn't find a way for her to stop hitting me. I can't count the amount of times I've tucked away into bathrooms to hide my yawns. Looking over my shoulder to make sure she wasn't watching me. Berating myself over and over again because I couldn't stop her from hurting me, and it was my fault somehow... And, rationally, I know this is completely and totally disgusting for any parent to do to their child. But... I don't know. I'm still in this odd place where, even though the words that I'm writing scream abuse, and if it were any other person I would be horrified, but I still have... hope? Some over-idealistic twisted sense of hope. Like this was done for a reason. But things like this don't make any sense. She loved to hurt me like this. Because it was fun for her. She's even said it herself. And a part of me dies every time I have to remind myself of this. And it hurts, RBN. More than anything I can think of. (This turned out longer than expected. If you've made it this far, then thanks for reading. It means a lot to me just to be heard).

Mom hurt me (is punching a kid's throat to correct them considered physical abuse? I'm not being sarcastic/joking, I genuinely don't know) every time I had to yawn as a kid because she thought it was funny, so now yawning gives me awful anxiety. Part of me hopes this isn't true, but most of me understands that it is. And it hurts.

fettleif

I tried. I was horrible at Lee Sin, i hated playing him, i never got any kills. But everytime i played against him he rocked my world. So i decided to give him more then just "i'll try him this time and see if i can do anything". I started reading every guide on solomid and alot of the guides on clgaming just to see what everyone had in common. And everytime i was able to jungle and pick lee sin i did. After a few days i saw a BIG improvement on my game. But i really dont think it's viable to do a hole month of this. You get good at that champ, but you dont get any improvement on the other champs, i think you loose some of your skill if you dont play a champ for over 6 mothns. TL;DR Take a few days, not a month to master a champ.

I tried. I was horrible at Lee Sin, i hated playing him, i never got any kills. But everytime i played against him he rocked my world. So i decided to give him more then just "i'll try him this time and see if i can do anything". I started reading every guide on solomid and alot of the guides on clgaming just to see what everyone had in common. And everytime i was able to jungle and pick lee sin i did. After a few days i saw a BIG improvement on my game. But i really dont think it's viable to do a hole month of this. You get good at that champ, but you dont get any improvement on the other champs, i think you loose some of your skill if you dont play a champ for over 6 mothns. TL;DR Take a few days, not a month to master a champ.

leagueoflegends

t5_2rfxx

c3m31g2

I tried. I was horrible at Lee Sin, i hated playing him, i never got any kills. But everytime i played against him he rocked my world. So i decided to give him more then just "i'll try him this time and see if i can do anything". I started reading every guide on solomid and alot of the guides on clgaming just to see what everyone had in common. And everytime i was able to jungle and pick lee sin i did. After a few days i saw a BIG improvement on my game. But i really dont think it's viable to do a hole month of this. You get good at that champ, but you dont get any improvement on the other champs, i think you loose some of your skill if you dont play a champ for over 6 mothns.

Take a few days, not a month to master a champ.

Themaskedotaku

My grandfather is almost 83 years old and has lived in the same house for over 40 years. He is moving to a much smaller place closer to family and because he doesn't really have room for it he will eventually pass down things he has collected over his years. Some of these things are rare pieces collected from all over the world that, I have been told, are worth a lot of money. My family has recently talked (albeit very briefly since a lot is going on) about getting an appraiser to eventually go through everything to find out how much each piece is worth and if there might even be some pieces that derserve to be a museum. We all would like to make sure that everything is split fairly so that one person doesn't end up with a priceless collection while everyone else gets nothing. My question to you reddit is how does one go about getting an apprasier or appraisers to go to somebodies house to appraise a wide variety of items? **TL;DR: Grandfather is moving to a smaller place and will be getting rid a lot of his old items that could potentially be worth quite a bit of money. How does my family go about finding an appraiser(s) to appraise everything so items can be split up fairly.**

My grandfather is almost 83 years old and has lived in the same house for over 40 years. He is moving to a much smaller place closer to family and because he doesn't really have room for it he will eventually pass down things he has collected over his years. Some of these things are rare pieces collected from all over the world that, I have been told, are worth a lot of money. My family has recently talked (albeit very briefly since a lot is going on) about getting an appraiser to eventually go through everything to find out how much each piece is worth and if there might even be some pieces that derserve to be a museum. We all would like to make sure that everything is split fairly so that one person doesn't end up with a priceless collection while everyone else gets nothing. My question to you reddit is how does one go about getting an apprasier or appraisers to go to somebodies house to appraise a wide variety of items? TL;DR: Grandfather is moving to a smaller place and will be getting rid a lot of his old items that could potentially be worth quite a bit of money. How does my family go about finding an appraiser(s) to appraise everything so items can be split up fairly.

AskReddit

t5_2qh1i

t3_ruowo

My grandfather is almost 83 years old and has lived in the same house for over 40 years. He is moving to a much smaller place closer to family and because he doesn't really have room for it he will eventually pass down things he has collected over his years. Some of these things are rare pieces collected from all over the world that, I have been told, are worth a lot of money. My family has recently talked (albeit very briefly since a lot is going on) about getting an appraiser to eventually go through everything to find out how much each piece is worth and if there might even be some pieces that derserve to be a museum. We all would like to make sure that everything is split fairly so that one person doesn't end up with a priceless collection while everyone else gets nothing. My question to you reddit is how does one go about getting an apprasier or appraisers to go to somebodies house to appraise a wide variety of items?

Grandfather is moving to a smaller place and will be getting rid a lot of his old items that could potentially be worth quite a bit of money. How does my family go about finding an appraiser(s) to appraise everything so items can be split up fairly.

cagedflightlessbird

(I should probably post this in /r/Ihaveissues) Here's my extensive list: * 1st date: (both of us 16) (This wasn't technically a relationship but it explains future ones.) **Mr. Quarterback** - 5'11", blonde, blue-eyed All American Boy. I was kind of an ugly duckling, so when my braces came off and I got a padded bra, I was thrilled to be going out with my long-time crush. He got handsy and I told him I wasn't going to give it up. The following Monday, he told the entire school that the reason he didn't get in my pants was because I stunk and had crabs. This was also the week in Biology that we studied crustaceans. This completely altered my high school experience. * 1st BF: (both of us 16) **Best Bud** - 6'3" and Blonde. After my disastrous 1st date, I disappeared into myself and ended up hanging out with a group of goofy boys. Best Bud was sort of a loser and had a crush on me. I figured I was out of his league but he made me laugh and I didn't think he'd ever spread ugly rumors about me. &lt;- teenage girl logic. He turned out to be a psychotic, insecure, controlling cheating liar (including a suicide attempt). I got pregnant at 17, married and divorced him at 18, married him again at 20, another child at 21, divorced again at 23. * 2nd Husband: Okay. This is where it gets interesting. (Both of us 23) **One-Armed Man** - 5'9", looks like Macauly Culkin. After years of trying to leave my marriage, I made the drastic decision to cheat. My 1st husband always said if I ever cheated on him or if I'd even had sex before him that he would want nothing to do with me ever again. This sounded like the best news to me so I made a plan that included new underwear. I went out for my 23rd birthday with some gfs of mine and ran into the One-Armed Man. I'd known him for years, even before he lost his arm and had always thought he was cute. I was one Long Island Ice Tea in when I looked him straight in the eyes and asked him, "you want me don't you?". He said yes so we went and fucked in his car. That's about all we had in common. He was a hunter, obsessed with it, even. I am not and we didn't work out. Divorce... Marriage.... Divorce... * Younger Man: (me: 25, him: 19) **Mr. Unfriendzoned** - 6'2", skinny balding brunette with blue eyes. Ian Somerhalder-y. After my final divorce, I decided to give up on relationships. I was sharing a big house with my oldest friend who'd also just gotten divorced. We both waited tables and tended bar, I babysat her daughter while she worked nights and she picked mine up from school/daycare in the afternoons. We had a pretty good set up. One day, she got her ex-bro-in-law hired as the dishwasher at the restaurant where we worked. He had just gotten out of the brig for possession so he also needed a place to stay. We rented a room out back to him and I became his ride. I already knew the kid through my bestie's ex-husband so it was cool. He was cute and he cracked me up and I admittedly enjoyed his crush on me. He talked me into smoking pot and we'd get high before work. Soon, our time spent together became more flirty and touchy and his persistence (arguably) paid off. We were best friends and lovers for close to 4 years after and are still friends. He was young, I was (am) immature. We had good times. Some drama unfolded during our relationship though. Turns out, while he was in the brig, his ex who lives in Alaska sent him a picture of an ultrasound and Mr. Unfriendzoned's parents were in the middle of a custody battle for the child. His parents won custody but soon after, moved the entire family about 12 hours away. Mr. Unfriendzoned had to go too. (longer story) * White Knight: (me: 29, him: 31) **Juicebox** - 5"9', blonde, green eyes, muscles. Ugh....mistakes happen when you're depressed. Shortly after Mr. Unfriendzoned left, I found myself unemployed and sinking into depression. A friend of my mom's called me about applying for a job where she worked and also mentioned a single guy who worked with her. I told her it was cool to give him my number and within a week, I had a boyfriend *and* a job. Juicebox completely swept me off my feet...he might as well have been wearing a cape. He was all abercrombie-looking and it was obvious that he worked out. He made lots of money and took me on weekend getaways that included massages, tattoos, food and drinks...spoiled more than my trashy-ass could imagine. He was from another state, though and that made my controlling mother nervous. Since having children at a young age and being such a flibbertygibbit, I relied on my parents' support. My mother in particular, has an opinion on every single detail of my life and no matter what I'm doing, I should be doing something else. She means well, but I could never have gotten her approval, especially on my parenting skills. Anyway, while I was piecing my life back together with my new job and boyfriend, my mother was plotting with my ex-husband. She was scared that I would move 5 hours away with my 2 kids so she told my ex that she'd speak for him in court if he would file custody papers. At the time, I had a house a few doors down from my parents. My dad had co-signed the loan and they'd helped me out with a few payments before I'd started working again. Without going into too many more issues, let's just say that the idea of going to court against my mother was more than I thought I could take. I signed the custody papers without a fight and the next week when my parents' lawyer called me, I also signed over the deed to my house. Now homeless and childless, I moved 5 hours away with the Juicebox after knowing him for 3 months. The juicebox turned out to be a roid-raged liar and cheater. * Online Bf #1: (Both of us 30) I'll call him **The One** because I've referenced him as that in other posts - 5'9" brunette, blue eyes. I saw The One holding a guitar in his profile pic on match.com and of course I had to contact him. We had the most perfect relationship: Talked online everyday, all day long, saw each other most weekends (he lives an hour away), our kids seemed to get along really well and he plays guitar!! I always had the feeling that he wouldn't like me when I'm angry. He is patient to a fault and a super responsible single father. He's also the cute, nerdy type that I have a soft spot for. He made a wall out of my name in Minecraft. &lt;3 Everything was perfect until he "invited" my children and I on vacation with him and his kids. (I made a rage comic about it: please excuse all the "le"s used. I made it a while back) The day after we returned from vacation, he said, we "handle stress differently" and dumped me. This relationship has been the hardest for me to get over, I think, because The One is basically imaginary. Since we were a LDR, we didn't have to deal with each others' annoying habits. We didn't get tired of each other so it kind of made him unfairly perfect in my book. * Online BF #2: (me: 32, him: 34) **The Mighty Oak** - 6'6", curly mustache, tattoos, gauged out ears. This poor, huge fella. Within a week of The One dumping me, I got laid off and slipped off into another depression. I was out of town getting a 13 tattooed, when The Mighty Oak, who's also a tattoo artist, contacted me on okcupid.com. An hour later, I got a job offer from a restaurant called The Black Cat...it all seemed like some kind of black fate to me so of course, I jumped on him. Literally. On our first date, I told him that I was wondering if I would be able to wrap my legs all the away around him...turns out, I could. I feel like, in retrospect, that I was like a tiny hurricane headed straight for him and he was weird enough to look forward to it. At one point, I said, "this is a bad idea but how about I move in with you and work in your studio?" and he agreed to it. Obviously, he has issues too. Three months into our relationship, The Mighty Oak hurt his back and it was up to me to take care of bills, home, cooking, children, and all the other stress that comes with being an adult. I broke. The Mighty Oak wasn't the sweetest of patients and I am no caretaker. We crashed into each other and didn't have any foundation. It seemed like we handled stress about the same way so I had to leave. We were both pretty ugly to each other. So that's my wall o'boyfriends. Hope this answered OP's question. **TL;DR:** Find a girl with low self-esteem and you'll have a few months of great sex and a lifetime of "what the fuck was I thinking".

(I should probably post this in /r/Ihaveissues) Here's my extensive list: 1st date: (both of us 16) (This wasn't technically a relationship but it explains future ones.) Mr. Quarterback - 5'11", blonde, blue-eyed All American Boy. I was kind of an ugly duckling, so when my braces came off and I got a padded bra, I was thrilled to be going out with my long-time crush. He got handsy and I told him I wasn't going to give it up. The following Monday, he told the entire school that the reason he didn't get in my pants was because I stunk and had crabs. This was also the week in Biology that we studied crustaceans. This completely altered my high school experience. 1st BF: (both of us 16) Best Bud - 6'3" and Blonde. After my disastrous 1st date, I disappeared into myself and ended up hanging out with a group of goofy boys. Best Bud was sort of a loser and had a crush on me. I figured I was out of his league but he made me laugh and I didn't think he'd ever spread ugly rumors about me. <- teenage girl logic. He turned out to be a psychotic, insecure, controlling cheating liar (including a suicide attempt). I got pregnant at 17, married and divorced him at 18, married him again at 20, another child at 21, divorced again at 23. 2nd Husband: Okay. This is where it gets interesting. (Both of us 23) One-Armed Man - 5'9", looks like Macauly Culkin. After years of trying to leave my marriage, I made the drastic decision to cheat. My 1st husband always said if I ever cheated on him or if I'd even had sex before him that he would want nothing to do with me ever again. This sounded like the best news to me so I made a plan that included new underwear. I went out for my 23rd birthday with some gfs of mine and ran into the One-Armed Man. I'd known him for years, even before he lost his arm and had always thought he was cute. I was one Long Island Ice Tea in when I looked him straight in the eyes and asked him, "you want me don't you?". He said yes so we went and fucked in his car. That's about all we had in common. He was a hunter, obsessed with it, even. I am not and we didn't work out. Divorce... Marriage.... Divorce... Younger Man: (me: 25, him: 19) Mr. Unfriendzoned - 6'2", skinny balding brunette with blue eyes. Ian Somerhalder-y. After my final divorce, I decided to give up on relationships. I was sharing a big house with my oldest friend who'd also just gotten divorced. We both waited tables and tended bar, I babysat her daughter while she worked nights and she picked mine up from school/daycare in the afternoons. We had a pretty good set up. One day, she got her ex-bro-in-law hired as the dishwasher at the restaurant where we worked. He had just gotten out of the brig for possession so he also needed a place to stay. We rented a room out back to him and I became his ride. I already knew the kid through my bestie's ex-husband so it was cool. He was cute and he cracked me up and I admittedly enjoyed his crush on me. He talked me into smoking pot and we'd get high before work. Soon, our time spent together became more flirty and touchy and his persistence (arguably) paid off. We were best friends and lovers for close to 4 years after and are still friends. He was young, I was (am) immature. We had good times. Some drama unfolded during our relationship though. Turns out, while he was in the brig, his ex who lives in Alaska sent him a picture of an ultrasound and Mr. Unfriendzoned's parents were in the middle of a custody battle for the child. His parents won custody but soon after, moved the entire family about 12 hours away. Mr. Unfriendzoned had to go too. (longer story) White Knight: (me: 29, him: 31) Juicebox - 5"9', blonde, green eyes, muscles. Ugh....mistakes happen when you're depressed. Shortly after Mr. Unfriendzoned left, I found myself unemployed and sinking into depression. A friend of my mom's called me about applying for a job where she worked and also mentioned a single guy who worked with her. I told her it was cool to give him my number and within a week, I had a boyfriend and a job. Juicebox completely swept me off my feet...he might as well have been wearing a cape. He was all abercrombie-looking and it was obvious that he worked out. He made lots of money and took me on weekend getaways that included massages, tattoos, food and drinks...spoiled more than my trashy-ass could imagine. He was from another state, though and that made my controlling mother nervous. Since having children at a young age and being such a flibbertygibbit, I relied on my parents' support. My mother in particular, has an opinion on every single detail of my life and no matter what I'm doing, I should be doing something else. She means well, but I could never have gotten her approval, especially on my parenting skills. Anyway, while I was piecing my life back together with my new job and boyfriend, my mother was plotting with my ex-husband. She was scared that I would move 5 hours away with my 2 kids so she told my ex that she'd speak for him in court if he would file custody papers. At the time, I had a house a few doors down from my parents. My dad had co-signed the loan and they'd helped me out with a few payments before I'd started working again. Without going into too many more issues, let's just say that the idea of going to court against my mother was more than I thought I could take. I signed the custody papers without a fight and the next week when my parents' lawyer called me, I also signed over the deed to my house. Now homeless and childless, I moved 5 hours away with the Juicebox after knowing him for 3 months. The juicebox turned out to be a roid-raged liar and cheater. Online Bf #1: (Both of us 30) I'll call him The One because I've referenced him as that in other posts - 5'9" brunette, blue eyes. I saw The One holding a guitar in his profile pic on match.com and of course I had to contact him. We had the most perfect relationship: Talked online everyday, all day long, saw each other most weekends (he lives an hour away), our kids seemed to get along really well and he plays guitar!! I always had the feeling that he wouldn't like me when I'm angry. He is patient to a fault and a super responsible single father. He's also the cute, nerdy type that I have a soft spot for. He made a wall out of my name in Minecraft. <3 Everything was perfect until he "invited" my children and I on vacation with him and his kids. (I made a rage comic about it: please excuse all the "le"s used. I made it a while back) The day after we returned from vacation, he said, we "handle stress differently" and dumped me. This relationship has been the hardest for me to get over, I think, because The One is basically imaginary. Since we were a LDR, we didn't have to deal with each others' annoying habits. We didn't get tired of each other so it kind of made him unfairly perfect in my book. Online BF #2: (me: 32, him: 34) The Mighty Oak - 6'6", curly mustache, tattoos, gauged out ears. This poor, huge fella. Within a week of The One dumping me, I got laid off and slipped off into another depression. I was out of town getting a 13 tattooed, when The Mighty Oak, who's also a tattoo artist, contacted me on okcupid.com. An hour later, I got a job offer from a restaurant called The Black Cat...it all seemed like some kind of black fate to me so of course, I jumped on him. Literally. On our first date, I told him that I was wondering if I would be able to wrap my legs all the away around him...turns out, I could. I feel like, in retrospect, that I was like a tiny hurricane headed straight for him and he was weird enough to look forward to it. At one point, I said, "this is a bad idea but how about I move in with you and work in your studio?" and he agreed to it. Obviously, he has issues too. Three months into our relationship, The Mighty Oak hurt his back and it was up to me to take care of bills, home, cooking, children, and all the other stress that comes with being an adult. I broke. The Mighty Oak wasn't the sweetest of patients and I am no caretaker. We crashed into each other and didn't have any foundation. It seemed like we handled stress about the same way so I had to leave. We were both pretty ugly to each other. So that's my wall o'boyfriends. Hope this answered OP's question. TL;DR: Find a girl with low self-esteem and you'll have a few months of great sex and a lifetime of "what the fuck was I thinking".

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I should probably post this in /r/Ihaveissues) Here's my extensive list: 1st date: (both of us 16) (This wasn't technically a relationship but it explains future ones.) Mr. Quarterback - 5'11", blonde, blue-eyed All American Boy. I was kind of an ugly duckling, so when my braces came off and I got a padded bra, I was thrilled to be going out with my long-time crush. He got handsy and I told him I wasn't going to give it up. The following Monday, he told the entire school that the reason he didn't get in my pants was because I stunk and had crabs. This was also the week in Biology that we studied crustaceans. This completely altered my high school experience. 1st BF: (both of us 16) Best Bud - 6'3" and Blonde. After my disastrous 1st date, I disappeared into myself and ended up hanging out with a group of goofy boys. Best Bud was sort of a loser and had a crush on me. I figured I was out of his league but he made me laugh and I didn't think he'd ever spread ugly rumors about me. <- teenage girl logic. He turned out to be a psychotic, insecure, controlling cheating liar (including a suicide attempt). I got pregnant at 17, married and divorced him at 18, married him again at 20, another child at 21, divorced again at 23. 2nd Husband: Okay. This is where it gets interesting. (Both of us 23) One-Armed Man - 5'9", looks like Macauly Culkin. After years of trying to leave my marriage, I made the drastic decision to cheat. My 1st husband always said if I ever cheated on him or if I'd even had sex before him that he would want nothing to do with me ever again. This sounded like the best news to me so I made a plan that included new underwear. I went out for my 23rd birthday with some gfs of mine and ran into the One-Armed Man. I'd known him for years, even before he lost his arm and had always thought he was cute. I was one Long Island Ice Tea in when I looked him straight in the eyes and asked him, "you want me don't you?". He said yes so we went and fucked in his car. That's about all we had in common. He was a hunter, obsessed with it, even. I am not and we didn't work out. Divorce... Marriage.... Divorce... Younger Man: (me: 25, him: 19) Mr. Unfriendzoned - 6'2", skinny balding brunette with blue eyes. Ian Somerhalder-y. After my final divorce, I decided to give up on relationships. I was sharing a big house with my oldest friend who'd also just gotten divorced. We both waited tables and tended bar, I babysat her daughter while she worked nights and she picked mine up from school/daycare in the afternoons. We had a pretty good set up. One day, she got her ex-bro-in-law hired as the dishwasher at the restaurant where we worked. He had just gotten out of the brig for possession so he also needed a place to stay. We rented a room out back to him and I became his ride. I already knew the kid through my bestie's ex-husband so it was cool. He was cute and he cracked me up and I admittedly enjoyed his crush on me. He talked me into smoking pot and we'd get high before work. Soon, our time spent together became more flirty and touchy and his persistence (arguably) paid off. We were best friends and lovers for close to 4 years after and are still friends. He was young, I was (am) immature. We had good times. Some drama unfolded during our relationship though. Turns out, while he was in the brig, his ex who lives in Alaska sent him a picture of an ultrasound and Mr. Unfriendzoned's parents were in the middle of a custody battle for the child. His parents won custody but soon after, moved the entire family about 12 hours away. Mr. Unfriendzoned had to go too. (longer story) White Knight: (me: 29, him: 31) Juicebox - 5"9', blonde, green eyes, muscles. Ugh....mistakes happen when you're depressed. Shortly after Mr. Unfriendzoned left, I found myself unemployed and sinking into depression. A friend of my mom's called me about applying for a job where she worked and also mentioned a single guy who worked with her. I told her it was cool to give him my number and within a week, I had a boyfriend and a job. Juicebox completely swept me off my feet...he might as well have been wearing a cape. He was all abercrombie-looking and it was obvious that he worked out. He made lots of money and took me on weekend getaways that included massages, tattoos, food and drinks...spoiled more than my trashy-ass could imagine. He was from another state, though and that made my controlling mother nervous. Since having children at a young age and being such a flibbertygibbit, I relied on my parents' support. My mother in particular, has an opinion on every single detail of my life and no matter what I'm doing, I should be doing something else. She means well, but I could never have gotten her approval, especially on my parenting skills. Anyway, while I was piecing my life back together with my new job and boyfriend, my mother was plotting with my ex-husband. She was scared that I would move 5 hours away with my 2 kids so she told my ex that she'd speak for him in court if he would file custody papers. At the time, I had a house a few doors down from my parents. My dad had co-signed the loan and they'd helped me out with a few payments before I'd started working again. Without going into too many more issues, let's just say that the idea of going to court against my mother was more than I thought I could take. I signed the custody papers without a fight and the next week when my parents' lawyer called me, I also signed over the deed to my house. Now homeless and childless, I moved 5 hours away with the Juicebox after knowing him for 3 months. The juicebox turned out to be a roid-raged liar and cheater. Online Bf #1: (Both of us 30) I'll call him The One because I've referenced him as that in other posts - 5'9" brunette, blue eyes. I saw The One holding a guitar in his profile pic on match.com and of course I had to contact him. We had the most perfect relationship: Talked online everyday, all day long, saw each other most weekends (he lives an hour away), our kids seemed to get along really well and he plays guitar!! I always had the feeling that he wouldn't like me when I'm angry. He is patient to a fault and a super responsible single father. He's also the cute, nerdy type that I have a soft spot for. He made a wall out of my name in Minecraft. <3 Everything was perfect until he "invited" my children and I on vacation with him and his kids. (I made a rage comic about it: please excuse all the "le"s used. I made it a while back) The day after we returned from vacation, he said, we "handle stress differently" and dumped me. This relationship has been the hardest for me to get over, I think, because The One is basically imaginary. Since we were a LDR, we didn't have to deal with each others' annoying habits. We didn't get tired of each other so it kind of made him unfairly perfect in my book. Online BF #2: (me: 32, him: 34) The Mighty Oak - 6'6", curly mustache, tattoos, gauged out ears. This poor, huge fella. Within a week of The One dumping me, I got laid off and slipped off into another depression. I was out of town getting a 13 tattooed, when The Mighty Oak, who's also a tattoo artist, contacted me on okcupid.com. An hour later, I got a job offer from a restaurant called The Black Cat...it all seemed like some kind of black fate to me so of course, I jumped on him. Literally. On our first date, I told him that I was wondering if I would be able to wrap my legs all the away around him...turns out, I could. I feel like, in retrospect, that I was like a tiny hurricane headed straight for him and he was weird enough to look forward to it. At one point, I said, "this is a bad idea but how about I move in with you and work in your studio?" and he agreed to it. Obviously, he has issues too. Three months into our relationship, The Mighty Oak hurt his back and it was up to me to take care of bills, home, cooking, children, and all the other stress that comes with being an adult. I broke. The Mighty Oak wasn't the sweetest of patients and I am no caretaker. We crashed into each other and didn't have any foundation. It seemed like we handled stress about the same way so I had to leave. We were both pretty ugly to each other. So that's my wall o'boyfriends. Hope this answered OP's question.

Find a girl with low self-esteem and you'll have a few months of great sex and a lifetime of "what the fuck was I thinking".

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well...a lot of things... andy reid fucked up by putting our offensive line coach at defensive coordinator, as he cannot scheme a defense. he also decided that small linebackers in a 4-3, while conventionally considered a problem, is no big deal. they've missed a combined idfk tackles. as for the secondary, nnamdi is consistently being put into zone coverage despite the fact that he is the best man cover corner in the league. we also have a glaring hole at safety opposite nate allen. jarrad page, a nobody, was called in to fill the hole and he's really just made it bigger. jaiquan jarrett and kurt coleman are going to rotate starting instead of page. also, the offense keeps making dumb mistakes. stupid turnovers, missing easy 3rd downs, etc. tl;dr: sloppy play and poor coaching has driven us to 1-4 when we could easily be 4-1. standby for massive overhaul of defensive scheme and meager hopes of a comeback. also: welcome back! how was boot camp?

well...a lot of things... andy reid fucked up by putting our offensive line coach at defensive coordinator, as he cannot scheme a defense. he also decided that small linebackers in a 4-3, while conventionally considered a problem, is no big deal. they've missed a combined idfk tackles. as for the secondary, nnamdi is consistently being put into zone coverage despite the fact that he is the best man cover corner in the league. we also have a glaring hole at safety opposite nate allen. jarrad page, a nobody, was called in to fill the hole and he's really just made it bigger. jaiquan jarrett and kurt coleman are going to rotate starting instead of page. also, the offense keeps making dumb mistakes. stupid turnovers, missing easy 3rd downs, etc. tl;dr: sloppy play and poor coaching has driven us to 1-4 when we could easily be 4-1. standby for massive overhaul of defensive scheme and meager hopes of a comeback. also: welcome back! how was boot camp?

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well...a lot of things... andy reid fucked up by putting our offensive line coach at defensive coordinator, as he cannot scheme a defense. he also decided that small linebackers in a 4-3, while conventionally considered a problem, is no big deal. they've missed a combined idfk tackles. as for the secondary, nnamdi is consistently being put into zone coverage despite the fact that he is the best man cover corner in the league. we also have a glaring hole at safety opposite nate allen. jarrad page, a nobody, was called in to fill the hole and he's really just made it bigger. jaiquan jarrett and kurt coleman are going to rotate starting instead of page. also, the offense keeps making dumb mistakes. stupid turnovers, missing easy 3rd downs, etc.

sloppy play and poor coaching has driven us to 1-4 when we could easily be 4-1. standby for massive overhaul of defensive scheme and meager hopes of a comeback. also: welcome back! how was boot camp?

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Thank you, Reddit! I just wanted to let you know that I spent a night with two of the world's most famous pornstars (Stoya and Kayden Kross), and it was all possible thanks to you. I'm a writer who contacted Stoya through Reddit while she was doing her IAM a few months ago. I sent her a dorky message, and she sent me her email address so that we could arrange to meet for an interview. I spent the evening at a bar with Stoya and Kayden, and it was one of the most interesting nights of my life. Stoya agreed to let me turn the interview into an essay/interview hybrid, and the link is the result. I wanted you to know because it was a fucking awesome thing that you made possible, and also because I want people to know that Stoya was the kind of person sweet enough to arrange to meet a dorky Redditor through an IAM. Oh, and they never let me pay for a thing. If anyone reads the recount and realizes that I talk as if I know Kayden, I want to make it clear that this isn't a put-on. I do know Kayden, but I met her after I contacted Stoya. Kayden ended up in a writing class with me, and Stoya acted as the cool go-between/wingman. My account of our night is here: [Stoya: An Interview in the Narrative Mode]( TL;DR -- Awkward Writer meets Stoya through Reddit; Kayden Kross steps out of the shower to join them, and the resulting intellectual threesome gets caught on tape, which is converted to a so-so interview/essay.

Thank you, Reddit! I just wanted to let you know that I spent a night with two of the world's most famous pornstars (Stoya and Kayden Kross), and it was all possible thanks to you. I'm a writer who contacted Stoya through Reddit while she was doing her IAM a few months ago. I sent her a dorky message, and she sent me her email address so that we could arrange to meet for an interview. I spent the evening at a bar with Stoya and Kayden, and it was one of the most interesting nights of my life. Stoya agreed to let me turn the interview into an essay/interview hybrid, and the link is the result. I wanted you to know because it was a fucking awesome thing that you made possible, and also because I want people to know that Stoya was the kind of person sweet enough to arrange to meet a dorky Redditor through an IAM. Oh, and they never let me pay for a thing. If anyone reads the recount and realizes that I talk as if I know Kayden, I want to make it clear that this isn't a put-on. I do know Kayden, but I met her after I contacted Stoya. Kayden ended up in a writing class with me, and Stoya acted as the cool go-between/wingman. My account of our night is here: [Stoya: An Interview in the Narrative Mode]( TL;DR -- Awkward Writer meets Stoya through Reddit; Kayden Kross steps out of the shower to join them, and the resulting intellectual threesome gets caught on tape, which is converted to a so-so interview/essay.

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Thank you, Reddit! I just wanted to let you know that I spent a night with two of the world's most famous pornstars (Stoya and Kayden Kross), and it was all possible thanks to you. I'm a writer who contacted Stoya through Reddit while she was doing her IAM a few months ago. I sent her a dorky message, and she sent me her email address so that we could arrange to meet for an interview. I spent the evening at a bar with Stoya and Kayden, and it was one of the most interesting nights of my life. Stoya agreed to let me turn the interview into an essay/interview hybrid, and the link is the result. I wanted you to know because it was a fucking awesome thing that you made possible, and also because I want people to know that Stoya was the kind of person sweet enough to arrange to meet a dorky Redditor through an IAM. Oh, and they never let me pay for a thing. If anyone reads the recount and realizes that I talk as if I know Kayden, I want to make it clear that this isn't a put-on. I do know Kayden, but I met her after I contacted Stoya. Kayden ended up in a writing class with me, and Stoya acted as the cool go-between/wingman. My account of our night is here: [Stoya: An Interview in the Narrative Mode](

Awkward Writer meets Stoya through Reddit; Kayden Kross steps out of the shower to join them, and the resulting intellectual threesome gets caught on tape, which is converted to a so-so interview/essay.